What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!

Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

We are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us.

I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.