The Just

A man who cultivates his garden, as Voltaire wished.

He who is grateful for the existence of music.

He who takes pleasure in tracing an etymology.

Two workmen playing, in a cafe in the South, a silent game of chess.

The potter, contemplating color and form.

The typographer who set this page well,

though it may not please him.

A woman and man, who read the last triplets of a certain canto.

He who strokes a sleeping animal.

He who justifies, or wishes to, a wrong done him.

He who is grateful for the existence of Stevenson.

He who prefers others to be right.

These people, unaware, are saving the world.

— Jorge Luis Borges