“And long afterwards, in moments of the greatest merriment, there would rise before him the figure of the little clerk with the balding brow, uttering his penetrating words: "Let me be. Why do you offend me?" --and in these penetrating words rang other words: "I am your brother." And the poor young man would bury his face in his hands, and many a time in his life he shuddered to see how much inhumanity there is in man, how much savege coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners, and God! even in a man the world regards as noble and honorable.”
“...how much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners...”
“I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.”
“I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand - his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.”
“Little did the old man know how much God liked to talk to His children, how He longed to listen to them.”
“That's why for you, you have the right to be cruel to me. No matter how much you make me worry or how much danger you put me in, just as much as you like. But these are not enough 'compensation.' Even if I have to sacrifice my left over life for you, I would not utter a word of complaint.”