He was one of those young men who possess an impressive store of facts, but no truths.
The author explains that some find recourse from injustice in literature and art but that these tend to deepen sensitivity to injustice rather than dull it.
How can you render the duties of justice to men when you’re afraid they’ll be so unaware of justice they may destroy you? …especially since their attitude toward their own race is a destructive one.
If virtue does not equal powers, powers will be misused.
It was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.
Your blanks have been filled in far differently from those of a child grown up in the filth and poverty
We fill too many gutters while we argue unimportant points and confuse issues.
We need a conversion of morals,” the elderly man said. “Not just superficially, but profoundly. And in both races. We need a great saint-some enlightened common sense. Otherwise, we’ll never have the right answers…
To live in a world where men do not love, where they cheat and are callous, is to sink into a preoccupation with death, and to see the futility of anything except virtue.
A law is not good merely because the legislature wills it, but the legislature has the mortal duty to will only that which is good.
He showed me the lowest. I had to surmise the highest.
All the courtesies in the world do not cover up the one vital and massive discourtesy.
If the judgement makes the law and not the law directs the judgement, it is impossible there should be such a thing as an illegal judgement given.
He was not talking with US, but with his IMAGE of us.
I’m annoyed by those who love mankind but are discourteous to people.
A love for his child was so profound, it spilled over to all humanity.