Without friends the world is but a wilderness. There is no man that imparteth his joys to his friends, but he joyeth the more; and no man that imparteth his grieves to his friend, but he grieveth the less.
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears: they cannot utter the one, nor will they utter the other
The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears.