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.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.