Some people have compassion for even strangers, but not for their own bodies.

Being compassionate does not mean refraining from telling people, when they are, that they are to blame for their own suffering.

Females and boys are the only creatures that propose others for friendship. As for the rest of us, friendship sort of just happens.

Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.

In some rare cases, a friendship between two people benefits both of them, and what’s more, in some rarer cases, it benefits both of them equally.

In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.

In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.

A truly compassionate man gives a poor woman a portion of his meal before he eats, not after he has eaten.

The only thing I hate about good people is that they like making their being good people bad people’s problem.