Nobody ever chooses the already unfortunate as objects of his loyal friendship.
I can't believe how some of the most unfortunate people in the world can be the happiest.It's just so enlightening to me.
We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?
Every rumor is believed against the unfortunate.
At the door of every happy person there should be a man with a hammer whose knock would serve as a constant reminder of the existence of unfortunate people.
Since you know me and my destiny only too well, you probably also know what attracts me to all unfortunate people.
Clearly the most unfortunate people are those who must do the same thing over and over again, every minute, or perhaps twenty to the minute. They deserve the shortest hours and the highest pay.
