Sometimes, listening to you, one can say that I am a monster, having all the flaws and especially stupidity. I’m terribly secretive. And if I’m upset, if I cry, it is not from sensitivity, but for a completely different reason. Therefore, you need to despise it and treat me down. This trick is very gentle, which affects my mind. Yet this mind, no matter how angry and terrible it is, knows no other way to love, as to make those whom it loves happy. And for this reason it is impossible for him to be, even for a minute, in a quarrel with those whom he loves, without coming to despair. And it is all the more impossible for him to be constantly busy with reproaches directed to one, then to another, every minute of the day. My mind, on the contrary, is constantly busy searching virtues and merit in those who he loves. I love to see everything wonderful in you. Tell me, how would you look if I constantly reproached you for all the shortcomings of your acquaintances, all those whom you respect or who serve you? If I made you responsible for all the nonsense that they do, would you be patient or not ?! If, seeing your impatience, I would be angry, would stand up and run away, slamming the doors, and after that I would avoid you, not looking at you, and even pretend to be cooler than they really are; if I added threats to it, does this mean that I was important? Finally, if after all this your head is also hot and the blood boils, it would be surprising that we both were out of our mind, did not understand each other and spoke at the same time.