The psyche becomes strangely still.
And then, after the pause, there is fresh beginning, a new life adjustment.

Conscience is the being's consciousness, when the individual is conscious _in toto_, when he knows in full.

It is something which includes and which far surpasses mental consciousness.
Every man must live as far as he can by his own soul's conscience.
But not according to any ideal.

To submit the conscience to a creed, or an idea, or a tradition, or even an impulse, is our ruin.
To make the mind the absolute ruler is as good as making a Cook's tourist-interpreter a king and a god, because he can speak several languages, and make an Arab understand that an Englishman wants fish for supper.

And to make an ideal a ruling principle is about as stupid as if a bunch of travelers should never cease giving each other and their dragoman sixpence, because the dragoman's main idea of virtue is the virtue of sixpence-giving.