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It Is Unjust And Absurd Of Those Advancing In Years, To Expect Of The Young That Confidence Should Come All And Only On Their Side: The Human Heart, At Whatever Age, Opens Only To The Heart That Opens In Return.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.

We Cannot Judge Either Of The Feelings Or Of The Characters Of Men With Perfect Accuracy From Their Actions Or Their Appearance In Public; It Is From Their Careless Conversations, Their Half-finished Sentences, That We May Hope With The Greatest Probability Of Success To Discover Their Real Characters.

No Man Ever Distinguished Himself Who Could Not Bear To Be Laughed At.

Let Menot, Even Inmyownmind, Committheinjustice Of Taking A Speck For The Whole.