"Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement."
"Not a hundredth part of the thoughts in my head have ever been or ever will be spoken or written — as long as I keep my senses, at least."
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Source: Thomas Carlyle, Charles Richard Sanders, Clyde de L. Ryals, Jane Welsh Carlyle, Kenneth J. Fielding (2006). “The collected letters of Thomas and Jane Welsh Carlyle”
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