"It is the one thing that availeth.

A man is but a beast as he lives from day to day, eating and drinking, breathing and sleeping.

It is only when he raises himself, and concerns himself with the immortal spirit within him, that he becomes in very truth a man.

Bethink ye how sad a thing it would be that the blood of the Redeemer should be spilled to no purpose." "Bless the lad, if he doth not blush like any girl, and yet preach like the whole College of Cardinals," cried the archer.
"In truth I blush that any one so weak and so unworthy as I should try to teach another that which he finds it so passing hard to follow himself." "Prettily said, mon garcon.

Touching that same slaying of the Redeemer, it was a bad business.