Every Stroke Our Fury Strikes Is Sure

Tis The Glory Of A Man To Vail To Truth; As It Is The Mark Of A Good Nature To Be Easily Entreated.

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.

Disappointments That Aren't A Result Of Our Own Foolishness Are A Testing Of Our Faith Or A Correction From Heaven, And It Is Our Own Fault If These Disappointments Don't Work For Our Own Good.

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.

No People Can Be Truly Happy... If Abridged Of The Freedom Of Their Consciences