My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before

If A Civil Word Or Two Will Render A Man Happy, He Must Be A Wretch Indeed Who Will Not Give Them To Him. Such A Disposition Is Like Lighting Another Man's Candle By One's Own, Which Loses None Of Its Brilliancy By What The Other Gains.

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil, That Good May Come Of It... It Is As Great Presumption To Send Our Passions Upon God's Errands, As To Palliate Them With God's Name... We Are Too Ready To Retailiate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us Try Then What Love Will Do: For If Men Did Once See 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.

The Best Recreation Is To Do Good.

Show Is Not Substance; Realities Govern Wise Men.

Never Marry But For Love; But See That Thou Lov'st What Is Lovely.