We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

There Are Glances Of Hatred That Stab, And Raise No Cry Of Murder.

We Must Find Our Duties In What Comes To Us, Not In What Might Have Been.

To Have Suffered Much Is Like Knowing Many Languages. Thou Hast Learned To Understand All.

Quarrel? Nonsense; We Have Not Quarreled. If One Is Not To Get Into A Rage Sometimes, What Is The Good Of Being Friends?

... We Are Most Of Us Brought Up In The Notion That The Highest Motive For Not Doing A Wrong Is Something Irrespective Of The Beings Who Would Suffer The Wrong.