Visits always give pleasure--if not the arrival, the departure.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
We only part to meet again.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.
Departure should be sudden.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence else who could bear it?
A little while with grief and laughter And then the day will close The shadows gather . . . what comes after No man knows.
Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.