Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

Rule by patience, Laughing Water!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!

But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.