Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.

Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.

Joy and pain are like sunshine and rain.