His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.

When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart read more

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.

Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that read more

Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don't do that by sitting around wondering about yourself.

The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.

The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is
for our sympathies, for the manner read more

But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is
for our sympathies, for the manner in which we regard it, and for
the tone in which we discuss it. What shall we say, then, with
regard to it? On which side shall we stand?

In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.