True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flo >>
Sweet is the memory of past troubles. >>
The sinews of war, a limitless supply of money. >>
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where these is hatred, let m >>
We can work on inner peace and world peace at the same time. On one ha >>
I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the unders >>
I prefer the most unfair peace to the most righteous war.