For with us pity for others is the price we are anxious to pay for the privilege of our self-pity.

Robert Penn Warren. World Enough and Time: A Romantic Novel. Random House, New York. 1950. Pg 7.

One thought on this: pity is not compassion, but it seems similar.

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