The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.
A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.
Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.
In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
The pride of the body is a barrier against the gifts that purify the soul.
even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt each other by their very attempts at sympathy or consolation. We can bear no hand on our bruises.