He talks about the Scylla of Atheism and the Charybdis of Christianity - a state of mind which, by the way, is not conducive to bold navigation.
No one can expect a majority to be stirred by motives other than ignoble.
Justice is too good for some people and not good enough for the rest.
A man who is stingy with saffron is capable of seducing his own grandmother.
One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.
There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.