Humanum est errare, Divinum condonare

’Tis easy to cry “Raca” from within Cold, passionless morality’s strong tower, To those who struggle fiercely, hour by hour, ’Gainst grim Goliaths of unconquered sin.

’Tis easy, safely far from battle’s din, To wave a sword or raise a banner high To those who have to fight each inch, or—die; Who must be wounded, even if they win.

’Tis easy to point clean, weak hands of scorn When some much-tempted brother falls or flies; Or some sweet Eve has strayed from Paradise Into the outer world of briar and thorn.

But in the great, high council of the skies There’s One who reads men’s hearts with milder eyes.

St. Matthew’s Gospel v. 22.