For a young person it is almost a sin – and certainly a danger – to be too much occupied with himself; but for the ageing person it is a duty and a necessity to give serious attention to himself.
Who cares for you? You’re nothing but a pack of cards![said Alice (she had grown to her full size by this time)]
The caresses over which love presides are always pure.[Les caresses auxquelles l’amour préside ne sont jamais lascives.]
Sing away sorrow, cast away care.[translation by John Willis Clark]He who sings scares away his woes.[/mqqi]translation by John Ormsby[/mqqi][Que quien canta, sus males espanta.]
It is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody.