Deed (n.) is a rare occurrence, and that rarity is where meaning lives: the sense of everyday life is disclosed not in everyday life but in rare deeds.
Deed (n.) and words are more futile than bread; their reality hangs entirely on others who see, hear and testify to them.
The Deed (n.) and the spoken word keep their innermost meaning whatever happens: victory or defeat does not touch it.
A Deed (n.) can never be undone: men can destroy anything they have made, now even the earth, but no deed — not even oblivion and confusion can stop its consequences.
The Deed (n.) is never used up like a product: making exhausts its strength in the end product, while a deed's strength can grow as its consequences multiply.