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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.

George Horace Lorimer

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