If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.
Never allow your own sorrow to absorb you, but seek out another to console, and you will find consolation.
Humane sentiments are baseless, mad, and improper; they are incredibly feeble; never do they withstand the gainsaying passions, never do they resist bare necessity.
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