Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

“Well, sir, it is precisely my notion that one sees and learns most of all by ob…”

“The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.”

“Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my he…”

“Woe to the man who offends a small child!”