But If I Were You, I Would

And You Are Never To Stir Out Of Doors Till You Can Prove That You Have Spent Ten Minutes Of Every Day In A Rational Manner.

Without Scheming To Do Wrong, Or To Make Others Unhappy, There May Be Error And There May Be Misery. Thoughtlessness, Want Of Attention To Other People's Feelings, And Want Of Resolution, Will Do The Business.

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

I Have Frequently Detected Myself In Such Kind Of Mistakes... In A Total Misapprehension Of Character At Some Point Or Other: Fancying People So Much More Gay Or Grave, Or Ingenious Or Stupid Than They Really Are, And I Can Hardly Tell Why, Or In What The Deception Originated. Sometimes One Is Guided By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge.

... Strange Things May Be Generally Accounted For If Their Cause Be Fairly Seached Out.