Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind.
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.
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.