A merry heart does good like a medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones.
A merry heart makes a cheerful face, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.
Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop, but a good word makes it glad.
The spirit of a man will nourish his sickness, but a wounded spirit who can bear?
For the grief according to God works repentance to salvation, not to be regretted, but the grief of the world works out death.
so that, on the contrary, you should rather forgive and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one should be swallowed up with overwhelming sorrow.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
I said of laughter, It is madness; and of mirth, What does it do?