Most quarrels amplify a misunderstanding.

A little explained, a little endured, a little forgiven, the quarrel is cured.

God turns His back on those who quarrel among themselves.

The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.

Little quarrels often prove To be but new recruits of love.

Looking at God instantly reduces our disposition to dissent from our brother.

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.

Even when I was a grown woman, he [Father] would leave me on the edge of hysteria in all our arguments: though I married and lived as far as I could spiritually from Bridgeport, he reduced me in a matter of hours to a wriggling child, pleading to go free.

You can make up a quarrel, but it will always show where it was patched.

An association of men who will not quarrel with one another is a thing which never yet existed, from the greatest confederacy of nations down to a town-meeting or a vestry.