Superstition is an enemy to civil liberty
Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
Prejudice and passion and suspicion are more dangerous than the incitement of self-interest or the most stubborn adherence to real differences of opinion regarding rights.
I think there is sort of a general universal perception of me, or someone who looks like me, as someone who is kind of menacing, dark or mysterious.
I'm interested in the fact that the less secure a man is, the more likely he is to have extreme prejudice.
Nothing is too absurd to be believed of human prejudice.
Like hatred, jealousy is forbidden by the laws of life because it is essentially destructive.
There was no convincing me that a stepmother could be anything but a wicked ogre, and I acted accordingly.
A readiness to believe ill of others, before we have duly examined it, is the effect of laziness and pride. We are eager to find aculprit, and loath to give ourselves the trouble of examining the crime.
They will accuse me of stealing from my father. They already stand in baited judgement, waiting for my first move, waiting to dump their loads of garbage on me.
Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.
Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.
It will be found an unjust and unwise jealousy to deprive a man of his natural liberty upon the supposition he may abuse it.
If I go out with my girlfriends, no one has an issue, but if I put up a post with a male friend or I'm seen chatting with a co-star, there is unnecessary speculation. What wrong am I doing that I'm being treated this way?
Suspicion is very often a useless pain.
Once upon a time, I was morbidly sensitive about the impertinence born of sociology. Taxi drivers would not stop for me after dark; white girls jogged to keep ahead of my shadow thrown at their heels by the amber street lamps. Part of me didn't blame them, but most of me was hurt.
I know people aren't sure about men who look like I do. People don't see the beard as a bit of hair. I've been shouted at, called some horrible names, and when I first came to Worcester I noticed people crossing the road to avoid me.
I was participating in my own lynching, but the problem was I didn't know what I was being lynched for.
It will be found an unjust and unwise jealousy to deprive a man of his natural liberty upon a supposition that he may abuse it.
I think something that really shocked me as a nanny were parents who sort of assumed the worst from the get-go. People who didn't accept the benefit of the doubt.
People accused me of leaving Napoli for money, but that was not true and really annoyed my family.
A vulgar man is captious and jealous; eager and impetuous about trifles. He suspects himself to be slighted, and thinks everything that is said meant at him.
Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.
Around the world, when China has good results, people always think something bad.
