Paganism attributes the creation of the world to blind chance.
This life was not intended to be the place of our perfection, but the preparation for it.
An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.
Suffering so unbolts the door of the heart, that the Word hath easier entrance.
O what a blessed day that will be when I shall . . . stand on the shore and look back on the raging seas I have safely passed; when I shall review my pains and sorrows, my fears and tears, and possess the glory which was the end of all!
I have pain; there is no arguing against sense, but I have peace, I have peace.