Each loss has its compensation — Compensation

"As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head."

"O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again."

"Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness."

"Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain."

"Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum: Multa recedentes adimunt."

"Tis always morning somewhere in the world."