There is no such thing as "best" in the world of individuals.
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.
It is what we give up, not what we lay up, that adds to our lasting store.
Rage is mental imbecility.
Religion which requires persecution to sustain, it is of the devil's propagation.
Duty itself is supreme delight when love is the inducement and labor. By such a principle the ignorant are enlightened, the hard-hearted softened, the disobedient reformed, and the faithful encouraged.