Disease Is The Retribution Of Outraged Nature.

Death Comes To Us, Under Many Conditions, With All The Welcome Serenity Of Sleep.

Envy May Justly Be Called "the Gall Of Bitterness And Bond Of Iniquity;" It Is The Most Acid Fruit That Grows On The Stock Of Sin, A Fluid So Subtle That Nothing But The Fire Of Divine Love Can Purge It From The Soul.

Honest And Courageous People Have Very Little To Say About Either Their Courage Or Their Honesty. The Sun Has No Need To Boast Of His Brightness, Nor The Moon Of Her Effulgence.

That Kind Of Discipline Whose Pungent Severity Is In The Manifestations Of Paternal Love, Compassion, And Tenderness Is The Most Sure Of Its Object.

True Charity Is Spontaneous And Finds Its Own Occasion; It Is Never The Offspring Of Importunity, Nor Of Emulation.