Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are

The Devil Is But A Whetstone To Sharpen The Faith And Patience Of The Saints.-

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

Build Your Nest In No Tree Here...for The Lord Of The Forest Has Condemned The Whole Woods To Be Demolished.

You Must Take A House Beside The Physician. It Will Be A Miracle If Ye Be The First Sick That Christ Hath Put Away Uncured.

The Cross Of Christ Is The Sweetest Burden That I Ever Bore; It Is Such A Burden As Wings Are To A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship, To Carry Me Forward To My Harbor.