The petty annoyance, instead of being thrown from us, sits down beside us and becomes a sorrow, and the little offense is brooded over till, in the hot-bed of rumination, it grows into a great injury, under whose poisonous shadow springs up hatred and revenge.

小小的烦恼若不被抛开，就会坐在身旁化作忧愁；轻微的冒犯若反复咀嚼，就会在思虑的温床中长成巨大的伤害，在其有毒的阴影下滋生仇恨与报复。