There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone for someone pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.
Here is everything which can lay hold of the eye ear and imagination – everything which can charm and bewitch the simple and ignorant. I wonder how Luther ever broke the spell.
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My country has contrived for me the most insignificant office that ever the invention of man contrived or his imagination conceived.
