Yesterday contains sins and mistakes, but multitudes err in dwelling too much upon their wrongs.

Each man hath had his temptations, each his fierce conflicts and defeats, each bears grievous scars from the battle-field.

Yet if one constantly revives all his old sins life will be filled with hideous specters.
Memory will become a place of torment and a ghastly chamber of horrors.
We shall be the children of despondency and wretchedness.

Memory will be a graveyard; the past will give no light save the "will-o-the-wisp" light from putrescence and decay.

All the springs of joy will be poisoned by morbid griefs that keep open old wounds.