One day you’ll have what’s better.

There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite. For forty years together it will remember its injury down to...

…there is nothing unforgivable and there are no secrets before an all-knowing merciful God.

But besides that I was of an unforgiving disposition from my birth, slow to take offense, slower to forget it, and now incensed both against my companion and myself.

Forgiveness is the virtue of the courageous, the response of the forgiven, the mercy of the just.

Cries for justice are often the bitter laments of the vengeful.