“Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.”

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man’s limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man’s imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

I think that the “what if” game is what you guys get to do. I don’t have to do that. I hate the “what if” game. I’m such a believer in everything happening the way it’s supposed to happen.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

It’s always a Catch-22 situation. They hate you if you’re the same, and they hate you if you’re different.

You know what I hate the most? People that imitate owls.

Time and again we see leaders and members of religions incite aggression, fanaticism, hate, and xenophobia – even inspire and legitimate violent and bloody conflicts.

There is nothing more hateful than bad advice.