I am not going to confess my own sins--only other people's." "Pray don't, then.

I know far more of them already than I can cure.

I am worn out with the daily discovery of fresh evil wherever I go." "Then why not comfort yourself by trying to find a little fresh good wherever you go ?" Frank sighed.
"Perhaps, though, you don't care for any sort of good except your own sort of good.

You are fastidious.

Well, you have your excuses.