The Pure In Heart Are Slow To

The Fruition Of What Is Unlawful Must Be Followed By Remorse. The Core Sticks In The Throat After The Apple Is Eaten, And The Sated Appetite Loathes The Interdicted Pleasure For Which Innocence Was Bartered.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.

The Pure In Heart Are Slow To Credit Calumnies, Because They Hardly Comprehend What Motives Can Be Inducements To The Alleged Crimes.

The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Injured Us; And It Is Hardly Possible For One Man To Be More Unlike Another Than He That Forbears To Avenge Himself Of Wrong Is To Him Who Did The Wrong.