Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness read more

The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness of the strain.
- Sarah Williams ("Saidie"),

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.

Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.