There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.
There did he sit shrivelled ...
Quotes from the same author
Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.
You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
