Then there is the usual scene when lovers are excited with each other, quarrels, entreaties, reproaches, and then fondling reconcilement.
That cannot be safe which is not honourable.
The wicked find it easier to coalesce for seditious purposes than for concord in peace.
Traitors are hated even by those whom they prefer.
The worst hatred is that of relatives.
In careless ignorance they think it civilization, when in reality it is a portion of their slavery...To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false pretenses, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace.