Certainly it constitutes bad news when the people who agree with you are buggier than batshit.
No single thing abides; and all things are fucked up.
Duty is heavy as a mountain$$$ death is light as a feather.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.
Primum non nocerum. (First do no harm.)
It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy$$$ there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.
It is just as valuable to be censured by friends as it is splendid to be praised by enemies. We desire praise from those who do not know us$$$ but from friends we want the truth.
Nothing is made from nothing.
To live well is to live concealed.
A fox should not be of the jury at a goose's trial.