C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
A genuine faith lifts us above the bitterness of grief; a sense of Christs living presence takes away all unbearable loneliness even when we are most alone. In our darkest hours, to know that our lost friend is still living, still loving us, still ours, in the highest and best sense, must be unspeakably consoling.
Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightnings 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.