The greatest truths are the simplest; so are the greatest men.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.—­Shakespeare.

No man has come to true greatness who has not felt in some degree that his life belongs to his race, and that what God gives him, He gives him for mankind.—­Phillips brooks.

Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.—­Emerson.

Grief.—­Grief is the culture of the soul, it is the true fertilizer.  —­Madame de Girardin.

Light griefs are plaintive, but great ones are dumb.—­Seneca.

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?—­METASTASIO.

Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.—­Xenophon.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.—­Madame SWETCHINE.

What an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.—­GREVILLE.

They truly mourn that mourn without a witness.—­Byron.

Alas!  I have not words to tell my grief;
To vent my sorrow would be some relief;
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain;
We groan, we cannot speak, in greater pain. 

          
                          —­Dryden.

It is folly to tear one’s hair in sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.—­Cicero.

Dr. Holmes says, both wittily and truly, that crying widows are easiest consoled.—­H.W.  Shaw.

Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls,
Or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest: 
Inhuman, or effeminate, his heart. 

          
                          —­Young.

Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid.  Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.—­Horace Greeley.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.—­Shakespeare.

Grumbling.—­When a man is full of the Holy Ghost, he is the very last man to be complaining of other people.—­D.L.  Moody.

Every one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere habit of complaining.—­Graves.

There is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.—­GREVILLE.

No talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, is required to set up in the grumbling business; but those who are moved by a genuine desire to do good have little time for murmuring or complaint.—­Robert West.