For his temperament (not uncommon in a misty climate) had been born seven feet high; and as a man cannot add a cubit to his stature, so neither can he take one off.

Gregory could not bear that a yellow man must always remain a yellow man, but trusted by care and attention some day to see him white.

There lives no mortal who has not a philosophy as distinct from every other mortal's as his face is different from their faces; but Gregory believed that philosophers unfortunately alien must gain in time a likeness to himself if he were careful to tell them often that they had been mistaken.

Other men in this Great Britain had the same belief.
To Gregory's reforming instinct it was a constant grief that he had been born refined.

A natural delicacy would interfere and mar his noblest efforts.