It's the most charming thing about humans. You are all so sure that the lesser animals are bleeding with envy because they didn't have the good fortune to be born Homo sapiens.

Just because I carry it well doesn't mean it's ain't heavy.

Correct or not, he felt himself to be a useless pensioner, an impotent object of charity.

..the Lord who had come to renew society, who lay like a coverlet, a snow blanket smitten only by the sun, for ever unwasted, suffering for ever, the scapegoat, the eternal sufferer...

Written By Virginia Woolf

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