True sympathy is putting ourselves in another's place; and we are moved in proportion to the reality of our imagination.
Hosea BallouO sin, how you paint your face! how you flatter us poor mortals on to death! You never appear to the sinner in your true character; you make fair promises, but you never fulfil one; your tongue is smoother than oil, but the poison of asps is under your lip!
Hosea Ballou