Just keep this in mind--the man who complains against everything, who sighs and moans all the time--that man is worth nothing; he merits no compassion and you will do him no good whatever, even if you help him.

Pity for such people makes them more morose, spoils them the more.

In your godfather's house you saw various kinds of people--unfortunate travellers and hangers-on, and all sorts of rabble.

Forget them.

They are not men, they are just shells, and are good for nothing.