For more than three thousand years men have quarreled concerning the formulas of their faith.
Quarreling over food and drink having neither scruples nor shame not knowing right from wrong not trying to avoid death or injury not fearful of greater strength or of greater numbers greedily aware only of food and drink - such is the bravery of the dog and boar.
Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
I would no more quarrel with a man because of his religion than I would because of his art.
Most men's anger about religion is as if two men should quarrel for a lady they neither of them care for.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.
For every quarrel a man and wife have before others they have a hundred when alone.
If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?