Mormon Musings

...truth can never be confirm'd enough.   Though doubts did ever sleep. Shakespeare, Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Act 5, Scene 1)

Our doubts are traitors and make us loose the good we might win by fearing to attempt. - Shakespeare

What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure He that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus’d. -Shakespeare (from Hamlet)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempest and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me be proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. - Shakespeare , Sonnet cxvi

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