Self-pity comes so naturally to all of us. The most solid happiness can be shaken by the compassion of a fool.

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.

Pity is treason.

Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Pity those who nature abuses; never those who abuse nature.

To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.