Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all those who live without love.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
You may deal with things without love; you may cut down trees, make bricks, hammer iron without love, but you cannot deal with men without it, just as you cannot deal with bees without being careful.
You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.
People need love. Life without tenderness and without love is just a mechanism for dry grinding and heartbreaking.