Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

None mourn more ostentatiously than those who most rejoice at it [a death].

One friend dies and we remain indifferent; another dies, perhaps less intimate, and we see ourselves as dead, and weep, mourn, tear our hair or find ourselves caught up in the madness of the wake, competing with others as to who was closest, now suffers most.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Mourn if you must, but don't stop fighting.