It Were Endless To Dispute Upon Everything

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil That Good May Come Of It. We Are Too Ready To Retaliate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us, Then, Try What Love Will Do: For If Men Do Once See That We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us. Force May Subdue, But Love Gains; And He That Forgives First, Wins The Laurel.

Sense Shines With Double Lustre When Set In Humility.

Patience And Diligence, Like Faith, Remove Mountains.

No Religion Is Better Than An Unnatural One.

She Is But Half A Wife That Is Not, Nor Is Capable Of Being, A Friend.