The Qualities We Have, Make Us So

Reconciliation With Our Enemies Is Simply A Desire To Better Our Condition, A Weariness Of War, Or The Fear Of Some Unlucky Thing From Occurring.

It Is Often Merely For An Excuse That We Say Things Are Impossible.

We Pardon As Long As We Love.

Novelty Is To Love Like Bloom To Fruit; It Gives A Luster Which Is Easily Effaced, But Never Returns.

History Never Embraces More Than A Small Part Of Reality