Each one of them looked towards some quarter of the heavens, not looked upon by any other eyes.

Each one of them wore some expression, some blend of eternal joy and eternal sorrow, not to be found in any other countenance.

The sense of the absolute sanctity of human difference was the deepest of all his senses.

He was hungrily interested in all human things, but it would have been quite impossible to have said of him that he loved humanity.

He did not love humanity but men.