So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

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.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light read more

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

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.