He knew, moreover, that although the possibility of this favour he was now enjoying issued from his circumstances, its acceptance was the act of his own will; and he had accepted it greedily, longing for rest and sunshine.
And hence this allegation of God's providence did little to relieve his scruples.

I promise you he had a very troubled mind.

And I would not laugh if I were you, though while he was thus making mountains out of what you think molehills, he were still (as perhaps he was) contentedly practising many other things that to you seem black as hell.

Every man is his own judge and mountain-guide through life.

There is an old story of a mote and a beam, apparently not true, but worthy perhaps of some consideration.