C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Peace
Let us have peace.
Peace the offspring is of power.
Peace is the masterpiece of reason.
Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful.
Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.
He makes a solitude and calls it peace!
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace.
Peace is the fairest form of happiness.
As on the sea of Galilee the Christ is whispering “Peace!”
Where God is, all agree.
First of human blessings! and supreme.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
Let the bugles sound the truce of God to the whole world forever.
Peace is liberty in tranquillity.
Thy peace shall be in much patience.
Peace won by compromise is usually a short-lived achievement.
To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.
I have never advocated war, except as a means of peace.
Peace, dear nurse of arts, plenties and joyful births.
Peace is the soft and holy shadow that virtue casts.
Even peace may be purchased at too high a price.
Peace is the happy, natural state of man; war his corruption, his disgrace.
Peace is the evening star of the soul, as virtue is its sun, and the two are never far apart.
Blessedness is promised to the peacemaker, not to the conqueror.
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
Ah! when shall all men’s good be each man’s rule, and universal peace lie like a shaft of light across the land?
I am a man of peace. God knows how I love peace; but I hope I shall never be such a coward as to mistake oppression for peace.
Peace gives food to the husbandman, even in the midst of rocks; war brings misery to him, even in the most fertile plains.
People are always expecting to get peace in heaven; but you know whatever peace they get there will be ready-made. Whatever of making peace they can be blest for must be on the earth here.
Peace, above all things, is to be desired, but blood must sometimes be spilled to obtain it on equable and lasting terms.
We love peace, as we abhor pusillanimity; but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man than war is destructive of his material body. Chains are worse than bayonets.
The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber, whose window opened toward the sun-rising; the name of the chamber was Peace, where he slept till break of day, and then he awoke and sang.
You may assuredly find perfect peace, if you are resolved to do that which your Lord has plainly required—and content that He should indeed require no more of you—than to do justice, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with Him.
They shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
Five great enemies of peace inhabit with us—avarice, ambition, envy, anger and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
Peace is the proper result of the Christian temper. It is the great kindness which our religion doth us, that it brings us to a settledness of mind, and a consistency within ourselves.
With union grounded on falsehood and ordering us to speak and act lies, we will not have anything to do. Peace? A brutal lethargy is peaceable; the noisome grave is peaceable. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one!
There are interests by the sacrifice of which peace is too dearly purchased. One should never be at peace to the shame of his own soul—to the violation of his integrity or of his allegiance to God.
How different the peace of God from that of the world! It calms the passions, preserves the purity of conscience, is inseparable from righteousness, unites us to God and strengthens us against temptations. The peace of the soul consists in an absolute resignation to the will of God.
Like the rainbow, peace rests upon the earth, but its arch is lost in heaven. Heaven bathes it in hues of light—it springs up amid tears and clouds—it is a reflection of the eternal sun—it is an assurance of calm—it is the sign of a great covenant between God and man—it is an emanation from the distant orb of immortal light.
A time will come when the science of destruction shall bend before the arts of peace; when the genius which multiplies our powers, which creates new products, which diffuses comfort and happiness among the great mass of the people, shall occupy in the general estimation of mankind that rank which reason and common sense now assign to it.
No peace was ever won from fate by subterfuge or argument; no peace is ever in store for any of us, but that which we shall win by victory over shame or sin—victory over the sin that oppresses, as well as over that which corrupts.