"There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes..."
-Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

To live with the knowledge of having wronged is infinitely more painful than that of being wronged.
For, there is not the slightest hope of retribution: the single factor that marks the glorious vanquished from the ignominous victor.
I'd rather be Hector than Paris.