Pity's tears are spontaneous.

Beautiful thoughts flit across the brain, like butterflies in the sun's rays, and are as difficult to capture.

The more aspiration is partial realization.

Is it not in accordance with divine order that every mortal is thrown into that situation where his hidden evils can be brought forth to his own view, that he may know them, acknowledge them, struggle against them, and put them away?

Lord Chesterfield designated ugly women as the third sex; how shall we place ugly men.

Pity's tears are spontaneous.

Men are prostrated by misfortune; women bend, but do not break, and martyr-like live on.