Mystery and innocence are not akin.

Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.

A wise Providence consoles our present afflictions by joys borrowed from the future.

It is the goodly outside that sin puts on which tempteth to destruction. It has been said that sin is like the bee, with honey in its mouth, but a sting in its tail.

True charity is spontaneous and finds its own occasion; it is never the offspring of importunity, nor of emulation.

Be more careful of your conscience than of your estate. The latter can be bought and sold; the former never.

It is in sickness that we most feel the need of that sympathy which shows how much we are dependent upon one another for our comfort, and even necessities. Thus disease, opening our eyes to the realities of life, is an indirect blessing.