We should train ourselves to such regard, to such reverence for human life, that we shall never hurt the heart of one of God’s creatures, even by a disdainful look. Our love ought also to be patient. Our neighbour may have his faults. But we are taught to bear with one another’s infirmities. If we knew the story of men’s lives, the hidden loads they are carrying ofttimes for others, the unhealed sore in their heart, we would have most gentle patience with them. Life is hard for most people, certainly hard enough without our adding to its burdens by our censoriousness, our uncharity, our jeering and contempt.