The Heaviest, sinking through complex fluctuating media and vortices, has its deflexions, its obstructions, nay at times its resiliences, its reboundings; whereupon some blockhead shall be heard jubilating, "See, your Heaviest ascends!"-- but at all moments it is moving centreward, fast as is convenient for it; sinking, sinking; and, by laws older than the World, old as the Maker's first Plan of the World, it has to arrive there.
Await the issue.

In all battles, if you await the issue, each fighter has prospered according to his right.

His right and his might, at the close of the account, were one and the same.

He has fought with all his might, and in exact proportion to all his right he has prevailed.

His very death is no victory over him.
He dies indeed; but his work lives, very truly lives.