And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.
How good bad music and bad reasons sound when we march against an enemy.
War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.
If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.
That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.
And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
Some people lose their health getting wealth and then lose their wealth gaining health.
The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February.
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain! The creature's at his dirty work again.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still, Which he may adhere to, yet disown, For reasons to himself best known.
All theory is against the freedom of the will, all experience for it.
A man can seldomâvery, very, seldomâfight a winning fight against his training; the odds are too heavy.
Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning.
These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.
Competition is what keeps me playing the psychological warfare of matching skill against skill and wit against wit.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.
We have it in our power to begin the world over again.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
We must set up a strong present tense against all rumors of wrath, past and to come.
For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.