For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.