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.
Hosea BallouThe eye is the inlet to the soul, and it is well to beware of him whose visual organs avoid your honest regard.
Hosea BallouThe cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.
Hosea Ballou