Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Philip James BaileyWho can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
Philip James BaileyLeave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
Philip James Bailey