“Trifles make perfection,” replied the artist to one who asked him why he spent so much time in giving the little finishing-touches to his statue. There can be no perfection in any kind of workmanship unless attention be paid to the minutest details, the merest trifles of construction or finishing. One smallest flaw or incompleteness left in the work, in any part of it, leaves a blemish on the finished endeavour. Life is a mosaic, and each smallest stone must be polished and set with greatest care or the piece will not at last be perfect. One whose daily life is careless is always weak in character. But one who habitually walks in right paths, no matter how small and apparently trifling the things may be, grows strong and noble. Trifles make perfection.