To perfect, is simply to make active a potential possession, to unfold capacities and to elevate the unconscious into consciousness.

Not because she meant toquite unconscious that she was doing any harm ("and of course she isn't, except to a cat like me")that was the maddening, and at the same time, endearing thing about her.

I left the shop, dismissed my attendants, and, fresh from the contemplation of this miracle, again trod the dirty, reeking streets, crossed the bridge, with its lights, its warehouses midway, its living torrents who poured on unconscious of the beauty within their reach.

Let moral mirth a face of triumph wear, Yet smile unconscious of th' extorted tear.