The comfort derived from the misery of others is slight.
[Lat., Levis est consolatio ex miseria aliorum.]

The comfort derived from the misery of others is slight.
[Lat., Levis est consolatio ex miseria aliorum.]

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop read more

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.

The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to read more

The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to petty joys,
And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life
Gasping from out the shallows.

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.

Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.

Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.

Misery travels free through the whole world!
[Ger., Frei geht das Ungluck durch die ganze Erde!]

Misery travels free through the whole world!
[Ger., Frei geht das Ungluck durch die ganze Erde!]

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer read more

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.

Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.