Those yonder do I envelop in blue and red!

Do thou win here, do thou conquer here, overcome, win, hail! These here shall conquer, those yonder be conquered! Hail to these here, perdition to those yonder!

But that's always the way, isn't it? It's easy to be sensible for other people, but you can't always be sensible for yourself.

Darcie, this is when you sing, 'Off we go into the wild blue yonder, climbing high into the sun...'

He performs worship ceremonies, applies the ceremonial tilak mark to his forehead, and takes his ritual cleansing baths; he pulls out his knife, and demands donations.

The Supreme Lord God is Merciful to the meek; meditating in remembrance on Him, peace is obtained.