The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?

We pity in others only the those evils which we ourselves have experienced.

There is nothing sweeter than to be sympathized with.

The capacity to give one's attention to a sufferer is a very rare and difficult thing; it is almost a miracle; it is a miracle. Nearly all those who think they have this capacity do not possess it. Warmth of heart, impulsiveness, pity are not enough.