Over a thousand miles we dart our viperous hearts at innocent men.

At great statesmen we have ill-will, and at small; at great churchmen and at small; at great authors and at small; at great, and famous, and successful men in all lines of life; for it is enough for ill- will that another man be praised, and well-paid, and prosperous, and then placed in our eye.

No amount of suffering will satiate ill-will; the very grave has no seal against it.

And, now and then, you have it thrust upon you that other men have the same devil in them as deeply and as actively as he is in you.

You will suddenly run across a man on the street.