I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling. 
Not to cause anyone sorrow even in your thoughts is complete non-violence.
To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.
What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?