Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear. - Harriet Beecher Stowe

What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us... not the person that we are, But the angel we may be.

I've lost everything in this world, and it's clean gone, forever — and now I can't lose heaven, too; no, I can't get to be wicked, besides all.