He who walks through a great city to find subjects for weeping, may find plenty at every corner to wring his heart; but let such a man walk on his course, and enjoy his grief alone---we are not of those who would accompany him. The miseries of us poor earth-dwellers gain no alleviation from the sympathy of those who merely hunt them out to be pathetic over them. The weeping philosopher too often impairs his eyesight by his woe, and becomes unable from his tears to see the remedies for the evils which he deplores.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Let the Weeping Philosophers Walk
Today’s inspirational verse, from “Popular Follies of Great Cities,” Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds, by Charles Mackay, 1841: