ONLY a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turned to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
THERE are many eyes that can detect and honour the prudent and household virtues; there are many that can discern Genius on his starry track, though the mob is incapable; but when that love which is all-suffering, all-abstaining, all-aspiring, which has vowed to itself that it will be a wretch and also a fool in this world, sooner than soil its white hands by any compliances, comes into our streets and houses, only the pure and aspiring can know its face, and the only compliment they can pay it is to own it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
VIRTUE is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.