Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't feel depressed. I feel elated.
At a certain point in their existential experience, the oppressed feel an irresistible attraction toward the oppressor and his way of life. Sharing this way of life becomes an overpowering aspiration.
Being humbled has been a part of my life for a long time.
I can hardly find the words to describe the peace I felt when I was acting. My dysfunctional self could actually plug in to another self, not my own, and it felt so good.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
How easy to be amiable in the midst of happiness and success.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
The cry of the oppressed has entered not only into my ears, but into my soul, so that while I live, I cannot hold my peace.