Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.