It was he who taught me first to make conscience of my thoughts.

Indeed, as for my secret thoughts, I had taken no notice of them till that summer afternoon walk home from church, when we sat down among the bushes and he showed me on the spot the way.
And I can say to his memory that scarce for one waking hour have I any day forgotten the lesson.

The lesson how to make a conscience, as he said, of all my thoughts about myself and about all my neighbours.

Such, then, were Think-well's more immediate ancestors, and such was the inheritance that they all taken together had left him.
Think-well! Think-well! My brethren, what do you think, what do you say, as you hear that fine name?
I will tell you what I think and say.
If I overcome, and have that white stone given to me, and in that stone a new name written which no man shall know saving he that receiveth it; and if it were asked me here to-night what I would like my new name to be, I would say on the spot, Let it be THINK-WELL! Let my new name among the saved and the sanctified before the throne be THINK-WELL! As, O God, it will be the bottomless pit to me, if I am forsaken of Thee for ever to my evil thoughts.

Send down and prevent it.