Nice distinctions are troublesome. It is so much easier to say that a thing is black, than to discriminate the particular shade of brown, blue, or green, to which it really belongs. It is so much easier to make up your mind that your neighbour is good for nothing, than to enter into all the circumstances that would oblige you to modify that opinion.

"The Sad Fortunes of the Rev. Amos Barton" Ch. 4 - Scenes of Clerical Life (1858)