I don't care about the rest.

I'm not responsible for the progress of the world or the good of humanity," said Paul.
He rode on in silence; then he burst out again in the curt phraseology of a man whose feeling is stronger than he cares to admit.
"I've got no grand ideas about the human race," he said.

"A very little contents me.

A little piece of Tver, a few thousand peasants, are good enough for me.

It seems rather hard that a fellow can't give away of his surplus money in charity if he is such a fool as to want to." Steinmetz was riding stubbornly along.