We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. — Frederick William Robertson
We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. — Frederick William Robertson
We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. — Frederick William Robertson
We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. — Frederick William Robertson
We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness. — Frederick William Robertson
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We win by tenderness. We conquer by forgiveness.

— Frederick William Robertson
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