Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.
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.
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.
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?