"A trouble shared is half over to start with.

You lay a part of it on your neighbours, and your neighbours in this case would be glad, glad indeed, to see you care-free and happy as all men should be." "We'll not discuss it," he said.

"You can't possibly imagine the root of my trouble." "I shan't try!" said mother.

"But let me tell you this: I don't care if you have betrayed your country, blasphemed your God, or killed your own child! So long, as you're a living man, daily a picture of suffering before me, you're a burden on my heart.

You're a load on my shoulders, without your consent.