The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From

Conscience Is The Virtue Of The Observers Not The Agents Of Action

There Is A Courtesy Of The Heart; It Is Allied To Love. From Its Springs The Purest Courtesy In The Outward Behavior.

To Know Where A Thing Is We Must Have Found It.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

It Is Quite Beyond Me How Anyone Can Believe God Speaks To Us In Books And Stories. If The World Does Not Directly Reveal To Us Our Relationship To It, If Our Hearts Fail To Tell Us What We Owe Ourselves And Others, We Shall Assuredly Not Learn It From Books, Which Are At Best Designed But To Give Names To Our Errors.