Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.

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?

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.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the read more

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

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.

If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.

If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.

World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.

World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.

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.