Every Stroke Our Fury Strikes Is Sure

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil That Good May Come Of It. We Are Too Ready To Retaliate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us, Then, Try What Love Will Do: For If Men Do Once See That 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.

There Can Be No Friendship Where There Is No Freedom. Friendship Loves A Free Air, And Will Not Be Penned Up In Straight And Narrow Enclosures. It Will Speak Freely, And Act So Too; And Take Nothing Ill Where No Ill Is Meant; Nay, Where It Is, 'twill Easily Forgive, And Forget Too, Upon Small Acknowledgments.

Religion Is The Fear Of God, And Its Demonstration Good Works; And Faith Is The Root Of Both: For Without Faith We Cannot Please God; Nor Can We Fear What We Do Not Believe.

Truth Often Suffers More By The Heat Of Its Defenders Than The Arguments Of Its Opposers.