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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one’s soul.
Two nations between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy who are as ignorant of each other’s habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets. The rich and the poor.
The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.
One often calms one’s grief by recounting it.
It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch each other, and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.