The wretched reflect either too much or too little.

Life is so full of miseries, minor and major; they press so close upon us at every step of the way, that it is hardly worthwhile to call one another's attention to their presence.

Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

It would hardly be possible to exaggerate man's wretchedness if it were not so easy to overestimate his sensibility

Our aches and pains conform to opinion. A man's as miserable as he thinks he is.

Is anyone in all the world Safe from unhappiness?

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

Like all the cultivated he believed that only the widely read could be said to know that they were unhappy