Mine is a long and a sad tale!' said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. 'It is a long tail, certainly,' said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; 'but why do you call it sad?

Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It's the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else's pain is as meaningful as your own.

We know from daily life that we exist for other people first of all, for whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.

Man is here for the sake of other men - above all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.

I can sympathize with people's pains, but not with their pleasure. There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she—or he, of course, as the case may be—must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.

Happiness is a hard master - particularly other people's happiness.

everybody happy and no one ever sad or angry, and every one belonging to every one else...

She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.

Happiness is a hard master- particularly other people's happiness. A much harder master, if one isn't conditioned to accept it unquestioningly, than truth.

When the individual feels, the community reels, Lenina pronounced. Well, why shouldn't it reel a bit?

Mr, Truman was jubilant. President Truman. True man; what a strange name, come to think of it. We refer to Jesus Christ as true God and true Man. Truman is a true man of his time in that he was jubilant. He was not a son of God, brother of Christ, brother of the Japanese, jubilating as he did. He went from table to table on the cruiser which was bringing him home from the Big Three conference, telling the great news; "jubilant" the newspapers said. Jubilate Deo. We have killed 318,000 Japanese.