Who would not feel them in face of this twin picture of childhood which a passing chance has brought us, of this one picture torn in two?
But I resist this emotion; the understanding of things must be based, not on sentiment, but on reason.

There must be justice, not charity.
Kindness is solitary.

Compassion becomes one with him whom we pity; it allows us to fathom him, to understand him alone amongst the rest; but it blurs and befogs the laws of the whole.

I must set off with a clear idea, like the beam of a lighthouse through the deformities and temptations of night.
As I have seen equality, I am seeing inequality.

Equality in truth; inequality in fact.