Not everyone who has helped or is helping you wanted or wants to help you.

Feeling sorry for our bodies ought to be the closest we get to feeling sorry for ourselves.

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

To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.

Unhappiness and the like often inspire us to perform random acts of unkindness.

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.

We often pity someone we ought to envy, or envy someone we ought to pity.