The smallest pain in our little finger gives us more concern than the destruction of millions of our fellow beings.
From William Hazlitt
The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet.
Our friends are generally ready to do everything for us, except the very thing we wish them to do.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
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