"A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread."
"I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it."
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Source: Georges Bernanos, Rémy Rougeau (2002). “The Diary of a Country Priest”, p.261, Da Capo Press
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