Many men carry their conscience like a drawn sword, cutting this way and that, in the world, but sheath it and keep it very soft and quiet, when it is turned within, thinking that a sword should not be allowed to cut its own scabbard.
The minds action is like that of an engineer who works under water. He goes down in a diving-bell, and is hidden. The work progresses, and the structure rises, but it does not show above water at all. It is there, but it is deep-seated and concealed.