The sea enters into the rivers before the rivers can run into the sea. In like manner, God comes to us before we go to Him; and heaven enters into our souls before we can enter heaven.

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

You've got to remember, Vermont is a lot of beautiful mountains with valleys and small brooks that run into bigger rivers.

The virtues are lost in self-interest as rivers are lost in the sea.

When, in the third book, we do learn the identity of the Blue Rose murderer, the information comes in a muted, nearly off-hand manner, and the man has died long before.