They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
All we behold is miracle.
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.