It is this unquiet self-love that renders us so sensitive. The sick man, who sleeps ill

It is this unquiet self-love that renders us so sensitive. The sick man, who sleeps ill, thinks the night long. We exaggerate, from cowardice, all the evils which we encounter; they are great, but our sensibility increases them.- Francois Fenelon
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