The Fate Of Love Is That It

When Men Make Themselves Into Brutes It Is Just To Treat Them Like Brutes.

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

Forethought Spares Afterthought.