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No Pain, No Palm; No Thorns, No Throne; No Gall, No Glory; No Cross, No Crown.

To Be Furious In Religion Is To Be Irreligiously Religious.

He That Lives In Love Lives In God.

That Plenty Should Produce Either Covetousness Or Prodigality Is A Perversion Of Providence; And Yet The Generality Of Men Are The Worse For Their Riches.

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.