In my early years I read very hard. It is a sad reflection, but a true one, that I knew almost as much at eighteen as I do now.
In my early years I read very hard. It is a sad reflection, but a true one, that I knew almost as much at eighteen as I do now.
There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow.
Pity is not natural to man. Children and savages are always cruel. Pity is acquired and improved by the cultivation of reason. We may have uneasy sensations from seeing a creature in distress, without pity but we have not pity unless we wish to relieve him.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise And motion.
Sorrow is the rust of the soul and activity will cleanse and brighten it.
With regard to the sharpest and most melting sorrow, that which arises from the loss of those whom we have loved with tenderness, it may be observed, that friendship between mortals can be contracted on no other terms than that one must some time mou
There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.
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