Think With Awe On The Slow And

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

A Merely Fallen Enemy May Rise Again, But The Reconciled One Is Truly Vanquished.

The Voice Of The Majority Is No Proof Of Justice.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.