In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.
Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.
Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?