It is everywhere blessed under the name of happiness, fortune, genius and grace.

It is a weakness not to acknowledge it and to venerate it under its true name." "That's rather weird, what you have just said!" remarked the gentle Meunier.
"Think it over," resumed Constantin Marc.

"You, too, belong yourself to the party of injustice, for you are striving for distinction, and you very reasonably want to throttle your competitors, a natural, unjust and legitimate desire.

Do you know of anything more stupid or more odious than the sort of people we have seen demanding justice?
Public opinion, which is not, however, remarkable for its intelligence, and common sense, which nevertheless is not a superior sense, have felt that they constituted the precise contrary of nature, society and life." "Quite so," said Meunier, "but justice----" "Justice is nothing but the dream of a few simpletons.

Injustice is the thought of God Himself.