What am I that I am called upon to have prejudices concerning the universe?

What really matters is that there is so much faith and love and kindliness which we can share with and provoke in others, and that by cleanly, simple, generous living we approach perfection in the highest and most lovely of all arts. . . . But you, I think, have always comprehended this.

As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.

While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

Thou shalt not offend against the notions of thy neighbor.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.

No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them.