I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.

Those who do not complain are never pitied.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

He best can pity who has felt the woe.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction.