In an unjust society the only place for a just man is prison.
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.
The rule is to carry as little as possible.
Surely the writer is to address a world of laborers, and such therefore must be his own discipline.
Truth is always paradoxical.
The fault finder will find faults even in paradise and thereby miss the joys that recognition of the positives bring.