Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all read more
Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.
We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of
continued happiness?
[Fr., Il read more
We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of
continued happiness?
[Fr., Il ne se faut jamais moquer des miserables,
Car qui peut s'assurer d'etre toujours heureux?]
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
Grim-visaged, comfortless despair.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
Threescore years and ten is enough; if a man can't suffer all the misery he wants in that time, he read more
Threescore years and ten is enough; if a man can't suffer all the misery he wants in that time, he must be numb.
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the read more
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery read more
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.
Misery loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
Misery loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
