Blessed are the peacemakers. It depends. If it means answering. Not if it means enforcing the peace, like policemen.
Blessed are the meek. It depends on the occasion.
Blessed are they that mourn. It depends altogether.
Blessed are they that do hunger and thirst after righteousness. Ah, yes, but the righteousness of the profound listener, and of the answerer who will answer come what may. Not any other righteousness of the commandment sort.
Blessed are ye when men shall despise you. Nay, nay, it is rather: unblessed are the despisers———
After all his terrific upheaval, Richard Lovat at last gave it up, and went to sleep. A man must even know how to give up his own earnestness, when its hour is over, and not to bother about anything any more, when he's bothered enough.
