Only they don't go far, I think.

It may be my fault.
You lay down your finger and stop me, and exclaim that it's my way perhaps to attribute a leaning of the judgment through personal sympathy to people in general--that I do it perhaps to _you_.

No, indeed.

I can quite easily believe that you don't either think or say 'the pleasantest things to your friends;' in fact, I am sure you don't.

You would say them as soon to your enemies--perhaps sooner.