What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when
the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
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What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when
the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
[Lat., Leniter ex merito quidquid patiare ferendum est,
Quae venit indigne poena dolenda venit.]

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is read more

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the
pricks.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ''Blessed are they that mourn.''

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ''Blessed are they that mourn.''

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, read more

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
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Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
Our chastisement or recompense.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of read more

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more read more

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost?

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.