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.

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

I know my silence and my tears will heal my pain one day.

Sometimes pain can drive a man harder than pleasure.

Pain and pleasure like light and darkness, succeed each other.

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

Pain is the only evil I know about. It’s the only one I can fight.