Pettiness (n.) is not born but self-made — the creature's own wretched invention, neither truly proud nor truly humble — and it distorts God too, as if He could not bear individuality.
Pettiness (n.) sticks to pettiness until they grow into each other like an ingrowing nail — and calls that union true friendship.
Pettiness (n.) is refuted by every individuality it meets, so it feels a clammy unease at any stranger's character and demands of God that it be destroyed — as if God were petty-mindedly jealous.
Pettiness (n.) permits everything when fighting for its life — but you may be sure that the everything it permits is everything petty.
The Pettiness (n.) educates more than anything; it takes a great soul to save one's soul out of it — and willing is what makes the great soul.