One thing is certain. What is it? This, that it takes two to make a quarrel. No love without two; no fight without two.
In this world it is well to get along without strife, if we can; but if we find ourselves in the lists for the encounter, then let there be no fear. Right, worthy Will Shakespeare! —
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted.
Thrice is he armed, who hath his quarrel just;
And lie but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
