"Conscience is instinct bred in the house, Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin By an unnatural breeding in and in......A conscience exercised about

Large things, where one may doubt.

I love a soul not all of wood,

Predestinated to be good,

But true to the backbone

Unto itself alone,

And false to none;

Born to its own affairs,

Its own joys and own cares;

By whom the work which God begun

Is finished, and not undone...."

henry david thoreau