"Oft-times, the right fights single-handed against the world; and Oro champions none.

In all things, man's own battles, man himself must fight.

Yoomy: so far as feeling goes, your sympathies are not more hot than mine; but for these serfs you would cross spears; yet, I would not.

Better present woes for some, than future woes for all." "No need to fight," cried Yoomy, "to liberate that tribe of Hamo instantly; a way may be found, and no irretrievable evil ensue." "Point it out, and be blessed, Yoomy." "That is for Vivenza; but the head is dull, where the heart is cold." "My lord," said Babbalanja, "you have startled us by your kingly sympathy for suffering; say thou, then, in what wise manner it shall be relieved." "That is for Vivenza," said Media.
"Mohi, you are old: speak thou." "Let Vivenza speak," said Mohi.
"Thus then we all agree; and weeping all but echo hard-hearted Nulli.

Tears are not swords and wrongs seem almost natural as rights.
For the righteous to suppress an evil, is sometimes harder than for others to uphold it.