"If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it,

I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow

and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.

If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me,

I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted

so that I might share in what I was entitled to share.

If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him,

I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation."

Oscar Wilde