“Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.”— Franz Liszt
“Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.”— Robert South
“O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.”— Anne Boleyn