"Why, what a din!" said I. "Do but think, all the words, in all
languages, buzzing about man's ears, that were ever spoken since Adam
dwelt in the Garden of Eden!"
"Wouldst thou like all thy words repeated thus, Sissot?"
"I would not mind, Jack."
"Wouldst not? Then I am worser than thou, which is like enough. I
would not like to hear all my foolish words, all my angry words, all my
sinful words, echoed back to me from the starry walls of heaven. And
suppose, Sissot--only suppose that God should do as much with our
thoughts! I dare say He knows how."