One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.

It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

The old man in the beard he felt convinced was wrong. He was too busy saving his own soul. Wasn't it better to take part even in the crimes of people you loved, if it was necessary hate as they did, and if that were the end of everything suffer damnation with them rather than be saved alone?