Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear.

[i]t Is Impossible That Any People Of Government Should Ever Prosper, Where Men Render Not Unto God, That Which Is God's, As Well As To Caesar, That Which Is Caesar's.

If Thou Rise With An Appetite, Thou Art Sure Never To Sit Down Without One.

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

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.

Love Is Indeed Heaven Upon Earth; Since Heaven Above Would Not Be Heaven Without It: For Where There Is Not Love; There Is Fear: But Perfect Love Casts Out Fear. And Yet We Naturally Fear Most To Offend What We Most Love.