Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightning's shaft has
smitten, and the man lies stunned and stricken. Then let the comforter be silent; let him sustain by his presence, not by his preaching; by his sympathetic silence, not by his speech.
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