“T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.”

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.

Most progress is most failure.

Such ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Truth is within ourselves.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

My sun sets to rise again.

Truth never hurts the teller.

Forgiveness is a complex concept. We must understand it thoroughly to be able to internalize it.

Always forgive others, even when they don’t ask for.

Release past hurt by forgiving others.

Please forgive them, even if they ask for forgiveness or not, it is humanity.

The awesome relationship in the world is that, where a single smile and little forgiveness can turn the things back as it was before.

The beauty of a cuckoo is in its notes, that of a woman in her unalloyed devotion to her husband, that of an ugly person in his scholarship, and that of an ascetic in his forgiveness.

I learned some invaluable lessons in Nashville that apply to both farming and show business: Do not corner something you know is meaner than you; keep skunks of all kinds at a distance; if you forgive your enemies, it messes up their heads.

Every one of us can blame somebody for something that has happened in our lives. But don’t waste your time. What we need most is a steady stream of love flowing among us. Love that quickly forgives, willingly overlooks, and refuses to take offense.