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.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

Mystery and innocence are not akin.

Self-respect is the best of all.

All our possessions are as nothing compared to health, strength, and a clear conscience.

Those who commit injustice bear the greatest burden.

Most people who commit a sin count on some personal benefit to be derived therefrom, but profanity has not even this excuse.