Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed and rightly.
However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.
There exists no more difficult art than living.
A large part of mankind is angry not with the sins, but with the sinners.
Prosperity asks for fidelity; adversity exacts it.
He who is everywhere is nowhere.