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Remember, We Can Judge Better By The Conduct Of People Towards Others Than By Their Manner Towards Ourselves.

When The Mind Is Full Of Any One Subject, That Subject Seems To Recur With Extraordinary Frequency - It Appears To Pursue Or To Meet Us At Every Turn: In Every Conversation That We Hear In Every Book We Open, In Every Newspaper We Take Up, The Reigning Idea Recurs; And Then We Are Surprised, And Exclaim At These Wonderful Coincidences.

We Perfectly Agreed In Our Ideas Of Traveling; We Hurried From Place To Place As Fast As Horses And Wheels, And Curses And Guineas, Could Carry Us.

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

In Marrying, A Man Does Not, To Be Sure, Marry His Wife's Mother; And Yet A Prudent Man, When He Begins To Think Of The Daughter, Would Look Sharp At The Mother; Ay, And Back To The Grandmother Too, And Along The Whole Female Line Of Ancestry.