Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

We see God face to face every hour, and know the savor of Nature.

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance.