The civility of no race can be perfect whilst another race is degraded.
The world leaves no track in space, and the greatest action of man no mark in the vast idea.
The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existance of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well.
For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly.
We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.
Every man is a consumer, and ought to be a producer. He is by constitution expensive, and needs to be rich.