Consolation heaps without contact; somewhat like the blessed air which we need but to breathe.
Strength alone knows conflict, weakness is born vanquished.
Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"
Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.
The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.
We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more.