Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
Pain pays no attention to moans or excuses.
Comedy distances pain, but leaves signs of it everywhere.
Dancers dance through their pain I shrink from mine.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Children enjoy inflicting pain until unhappiness teaches them tenderness.
Violence stops thought. Hence its popularity as a pain-killer.
Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.
