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Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
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Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
A clear conscience is a soft pillow.
A clear conscience is a soft pillow.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.
Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.
God gives quietness at last.
God gives quietness at last.
Sometimes you move publicly, sometimes privately. Sometimes quietly, sometimes at the top of your voice.
Sometimes you move publicly, sometimes privately. Sometimes quietly, sometimes at the top of your voice.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
