War Never Leaves Where It Found A

Falsehood Is A Perennial Spring.

Bad Laws Are The Worst Sort Of Tyranny.

Men Are As Much Blinded By The Extremes Of Misery As By The Extremes Of Prosperity.

It Is In The Relaxation Of Security; It Is In The Expansion Of Prosperity; It Is In The Hour Of Dilatation Of The Heart, And Of Its Softening Into Festivity And Pleasure, That The Real Character Of Men Is Discerned.

Surely The Church Is A Place Where One Day's Truce Ought To Be Allowed To The Dissensions And Animosities Of Mankind.