“A little water clears us of this deed.”

“What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.”

“Water belongs to us all. Nature did not make the sun one person's property, nor air, nor water, cool and clear.”

“Little drops of water,Little grains of sand,Make the mighty oceanAnd the pleasant land.So the little moments,Humble though they be,Make the mighty agesOf Eternity.So the little errorsLead the soul awayFrom the paths of virtueFar in sin to stray.Little deeds of kindness,Little words of love,Help to make earth happy,Like the Heaven above.”

“Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.”

“Our forefathers’ deeds touch us, shape us, like strokes of a painting. In endless procession their deeds mark us. The Elders speak knowingly of forever.”