I have a key in the silence of my heart called Promise; that will, I am persuaded, open any lock in Doubting Castle.
~ John Bunyan
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine,
Under every grief and pine,
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so,
We were made for joy and woe,
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.