“Ho, Ho, Sir Surgeon. You are too delicate to tell the man that he is ill. You hope to heal the sick without their knowing it. You therefore flatter them. And what happens? They laugh at you. They dance upon their own graves and at last they die. Your delicacy is cruelty, your flatteries are poisons you are a murderer. Shall we keep men in a fool's paradise? Shall we lull them into soft slumber from which they will awake in hell? Are we to become helpers of their damnation by our smooth speeches? In the name of God we will not.” MenHappensLastsDiesNamesLaughingHellKnowingHe ManFoolSpeechSickIllGravesHealCrueltyAwakeParadisePoisonDelicateSmoothFlatteryMurdererSurgeonsDamnationDelicacySlumberHelpersLulls Author:Charles Spurgeon
“Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.” PeopleHappensTaughtFamiliarCruelty Book:Letters of Ellen Glasgow Source: Letters of Ellen Glasgow