A man is a fool who sits looking backward from himself in the past. Ah, what shallow, vain conceit there is in man! Forget the things that are behind. That is not where you live. Your roots are not there. They are in the present; and you should reach up into the other life.
A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself, and a mean man by one which is lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other, ambition. Ambition is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.
“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying “I will not forgive.” A forgiveness ought to be like a canceled note, torn in two and burned up, so that it never can be shown against the man.