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?

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.

Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.

Out of sight is out of mind.

Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.