Like Burke, he never believed that the human mind has any spontaneous inclination to welcome pure truth.

Here, however, is visible between them a hard line of division.

It is not error, said Turgot, which opposes the progress of truth; it is indolence, obstinacy, and the spirit of routine.

But then Turgot enjoined upon us to make it the aim of life to do battle in ourselves and others with all this indolence, obstinacy, and spirit of routine in the world; while Burke, on the contrary, gave to these bad things gentler names, he surrounded them with the picturesque associations of the past, and in the great world-crisis of his time he threw all his passion and all his genius on their side.

Will any reader doubt which of these two types of the school of order and justice, both of them noble, is the more valuable for the race, and the worthier and more stimulating ideal for the individual?
It is not certain that Burke was not sometimes for a moment startled by the suspicion that he might unawares be fighting against the truth.
In the midst of flaming and bitter pages, we now and again feel a cool breath from the distant region of a half-pensive tolerance.