In All Debates, Let Truth Be Thy

I Have Sometimes Thought That People Are, In A Sort, Happy, That Nothing Can Put Out Of Countenance With Themselves, Though They Neither Have Nor Merit Other People's.

Passion Is The Mob Of The Man, That Commits A Riot Upon His Reason.

Let Us Then Try What Love Will Do: For If Men Do Once See We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us.

Men Being Born With A Title To Perfect Freedom And Uncontrolled Enjoyment Of All The Rights And Privileges Of The Law Of Nature. No One Can Be Put Out Of His Estate And Subjected To The Political View Of Another, Without His Consent.

Force May Subdue, But Love Gains, And He That Forgives First Wins The Laurel.