Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.
Silences can be as different as sounds.
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.
Nothing, that is say no one, can be such an inexorable tour-conductor as one's own conscience or sense of duty, if one allows either the upper hand: the self-bullying that goes on in the name of sight-seeing is grievous.