The busy have no time for tears.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one’s nose.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
If the world’s a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.