For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
Who has words at the right moment?
To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.
They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.
It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.