But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion read more

But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how
dwelleth the love of God in him?

A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that read more

Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don't do that by sitting around wondering about yourself.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.

Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.

Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of
brotherhood makes all men one.

Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of
brotherhood makes all men one.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.