He that hath a blind conscience which sees nothing, a dead conscience which feels nothing, and a dumb conscience which says nothing, is in as miserable a condition as a man can be on this side of hell.  —­Patrick Henry.

Conscience is its own readiest accuser.—­Chapin.

If thou wouldst be informed what God has written concerning thee in Heaven look into thine own bosom, and see what graces He hath there wrought in thee.—­Fuller.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard thro’ 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! 

          
                          —­Byron.

The world will never be in any manner of order or tranquillity until men are firmly convinced that conscience, honor and credit are all in one interest; and that without the concurrence of the former the latter are but impositions upon ourselves and others.—­Steele.

Contentment.—­To secure a contented spirit, measure your desires by your fortune, and not your fortune by your desires.—­Jeremy Taylor.

I press to bear no haughty sway;
I wish no more than may suffice: 
I do no more than well I may,
Look what I lack, my mind supplies;
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,
My mind’s content with anything. 
—­Byrd.

Enjoy your own life without comparing it with that of another.—­CONDORCET.

To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible.—­Marie Ebner-Eschenbach.

My God, give me neither poverty nor riches; but whatsoever it may be Thy will to give, give me with it a heart which knows humbly to acquiesce in what is Thy will.—­GOTTHOLD.

One who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do.  He has lain down to die.  The grass is already growing over him.—­Bovee.

Contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it at the expense of ten thousand desires makes a wise and a happy purchase.—­BALGUY.

If men knew what felicity dwells in the cottage of a godly man, how sound he sleeps, how quiet his rest, how composed his mind, how free from care, how easy his position, how moist his mouth, how joyful his heart, they would never admire the noises, the diseases, the throngs of passions, and the violence of unnatural appetites that fill the house of the luxurious and the heart of the ambitious.—­Jeremy Taylor.

He is richest who is content with the least; for content is the wealth of nature.—­Socrates.

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor. 

          
                          —­Shakespeare.