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The world we see depends on what we are. Often we do not like to admit this. We like rather to stand off as critics of what is before us,—men are so false, nature so hard, society so cold, the world how wrong!—quite forgetful that the vision is of the eye that sees as well as of the thing that is seen. If the light that is in us be darkness, how great is that darkness!

Or, when we admit that we are involved, with what extenuations we shake off the burden! The stars were not favorable at our nativity, we think. We quarrel with our fortune rather than criticise ourselves. Friends, let us frankly acknowledge the part we bear. If in your fellowmen you see so little to approve, if honor be so rare and virtue so exceptional and selfishness so all pervasive; if society be so heartless and nature so loveless, and the way of life so dark and hard,—depend upon it there is disease in you, which by all life's worth and beauty you are bound to cure.

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