Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Your very silence shows you agree.

Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.

Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.

Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.

God hates violence. He has ordained that all men fairly possess their property, not seize it.