Some _must_ be too sympathetic, and some _must_ be too proud.

We have no desire to say what men _ought_ to be.

We only wish to say there are all kinds of ways of being, and there is no such thing as human perfection.

No man can be anything more than just himself, in genuine living relation to all his surroundings.

But that which _I_ am, when I am myself, will certainly be anathema to those who hate individual integrity, and want to swarm.
And that which I, being myself, am in myself, may make the hair bristle with rage on a man who is also himself, but very different from me.