C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Sadness
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys.
’Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Too much sadness hath congealed your blood.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.
They praise my rustling show, and never see my heart is breaking for a little love.
There is a chord in every human heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
Alas that we must dwell, my heart and I, so far asunder!
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
Take my word for it, the saddest thing under the sky is a soul incapable of sadness.
Dim sadness did not spare that time celestial visages; yet, mixed with pity, violated not their bliss.
Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
A man cannot be cheerful and good-natured unless he is also honest; which is not to be said of sadness.
Be sad, good brothers, for, by my faith, it very well becomes you: sorrow so royally in you appears, that I will deeply put the fashion on.
It is quite deplorable to see how many rational creatures, or at least who are thought so, mistake suffering for sanctity, and think a sad face and a gloomy habit of mind propitious offerings to that Deity whose works are all light and lustre and harmony and loveliness.