Mourning (n.) is difficult — Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Mourning (n.) in excess is a parade: we seek proofs of our bereavement in our tears; no man goes into mourning for his own sake — there is self-seeking even in our sorrow.
Mourning (n.) was cut by Homer to a single day: even Niobe remembered to eat.
Mourning (n.) that runs to distraction is often the late proof of a love that was never shown while the friend was alive.
Mourning (n.) was fixed for women by our ancestors at a year — as a limit, not a minimum; for men they set no period, since none would be decent.
Mourning (n.) for anyone's death is complaining that he was a man.
Mourning (n.) that bewails the dead lavishly and then forgets them is the love of birds and beasts for their young — roused to near madness and cooling entirely at death; a man should continue to remember but cease to mourn.
Mourning (n.) that rails against a death is either ignorance of the law of mortality or brazen rebellion against it — and it is hard to say which is more foolish.