Men die, but sorrow never dies; The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties of common brotherhood in pain.
– Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
The tasks are done and the tears are shed.Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover;Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled,Are healed with the healing that night has shed.
– Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
... And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
– Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper them.