Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.
Oliver GoldsmithAs for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
Oliver Goldsmith