I Feel Pity For Him, And That

And Though I Suffer For You, Yet It Eases My Heart To Suffer For You.

I Am A Sick Man...i Am A Wicked Man. An Unattractive Man. I Think My Liver Hurts. However, I Don't Know A Fig About My Sickness, And Am Not Sure What It Is That Hurts Me. I Am Not Being Treated And Never Have Been, Though I Respect Medicine. What's More, I Am Also Superstitious In The Extreme; Well, At Least Enough To Respect Medicine.

Gentlemen, I Am Tormented By Questions; Answer Them For Me.

If You Want To Be Respected By Others, The Great Thing Is To Respect Yourself. Only By That, Only By Self-respect Will You Compel Others To Respect You.

He Seemed, Indeed, To Accept Everything Without The Least Condemnation Though Often Grieving Bitterly.