Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
William BlakeNature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.
William Blake