Munificent nature follows the methods of the divine and true, and rounds all things to her perfect law. While nations are convulsed with blood and violence, how quietly the grass grows.

It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.

Do not judge from mere appearances.

In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.

Labor, with its coarse raiment and its bare right arm, has gone forth in the earth, achieving the truest conquests and rearing the most durable monuments. It has opened the domain of matter and the empire of the mind. The wild beast has fled before it, and the wilderness has fallen back.... its triumphal march is the progress of civilization.

Life is a crucible. We are thrown into it and tried.

Can you conceive of anything that so represents the glory, and truth, and marvelousness of God's nature as the idea of peace?