The conscience has, then, a vision like that of the eyes, which is incommunicable, and for the most part illuminates none but its possessor.

When many people perceive the same or any cognate facts, they agree upon a word as symbol; and hence we have such words as _tree_, _star_, _love_, _honour_, or _death_; hence also we have this word _right_, which, like the others, we all understand, most of us understand differently, and none can express succinctly otherwise.
Yet even on the straitest view, we can make some steps towards comprehension of our own superior thoughts.

For it is an incredible and most bewildering fact that a man, through life, is on variable terms with himself; he is aware of tiffs and reconciliations; the intimacy is at times almost suspended, at times it is renewed again with joy.

As we said before, his inner self or soul appears to him by successive revelations, and is frequently obscured.

It is from a study of these alternations that we can alone hope to discover, even dimly, what seems right and what seems wrong to this veiled prophet of ourself.
All that is in the man in the larger sense, what we call impression as well as what we call intuition, so far as my argument looks, we must accept.