God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
He who commits a wrong will himself inevitably see the writing on the wall, though the world may not count him guilty.
The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows.
Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.
Trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of character.
Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.