It Is Only After One Is In Trouble That One Realizes How Little Sympathy And Kindness There Are In The World.
I Learnt Pity, Sympathy, And What It Was Like To Be At The Other End Of The Stick. Such Lessons Can't Be Learnt In Lecture Halls.
Criticism In The Universities, I'll Have To Admit, Has Entered A Phase Where I Am Totally Out Of Sympathy With 95% Of What Goes On. It's Stalinism Without Stalin.
Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?
I Would Rather Be Kept Alive In The Efficient If Cold Altruism Of A Large Hospital Than Expire In A Gush Of Warm Sympathy In A Small One.
I Think I Feel Rather Differently About Sympathy To What Seems The Normal View. I Like Just To Feel It Is There, But Not Always Expressed.
Life Has Never Been Easy. Nor Is It Meant To Be. It Is A Matter Of Being Joyous In The Face Of Sorrow.
If We Wait Until Our Lives Are Free From Sorrow Or Difficulty, Then We Wait Forever. And Miss The Entire Point.
You Will Find That The Woman Who Is Really Kind To Dogs Is Always One Who Has Failed To Inspire Sympathy In Men.
