It seems that in this world we never can be content . . . we only think that we should be if things were otherwise than they are. - H. Rider Haggard

How strange a thing is a love of woman, that is so small in the beginning and in its ends so great! (...) For when the Invisible conceived the order of universe He set this seed of woman's love within its plan, that by its most unequal growth is doomed to bring about equality of law. For now it lifts the low to heights untold, and now it brings the noble to the level of the dust. And thus, while Woman, this great surprise of Nature, is, Good and Evil can never grow apart.

. . . now and again it is wise to cease from being wise, lest Heaven should grow jealous of our wisdom and want to share it.

For he was a merciful man, who loved not slaughter, although his fierce faith drove him from war to war.