Love Can Do Much, But Duty More.

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

There Is No Remedy But Love For The Great Superiority Of Others

However Often We Turn To It [the Koran] At First Disgusting Us Each Time Afresh, It Soon Attracts, Astounds, And In The End Enforces Our Reverence. . . . Its Style, In Accordance With Its Contents And Aim Is Stern, Grand, Terrible - Ever And Anon Truly Sublime - Thus This Book Will Go On Exercising Through All Ages A Most Potent Influence.

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

No Two Men See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Apply In Different Ways A Principle That They Both Acknowledge. The Same Man Will, Indeed, Often See And Judge The Same Things Differently On Different Occasions: Early Convictions Must Give Way To More Mature Ones. Nevertheless, May Not The Opinions That A Man Holds And Expresses Withstand All Trials, If He Only Remains True To Himself And Others?