He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases

He Who Stops Being Better Stops Being Good.

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

Work Hard, Trust In God, And Keep Your Bowels Open.

It's A Blessed Thing To Die Daily. For What Is There In This World To Be Accounted Of! The Best Men According To The Flesh, And Things, Are Lighter Than Vanity. I Find This Only Good, To Love The Lord And His Poor Despised People, To Do For Them And To Be Ready To Suffer With Them....and He That Is Found Worthy Of This Hath Obtained Great Favour From The Lord; And He That Is Established In This Shall ( Being Conformed To Christ And The Rest Of The Body) Participate In The Glory Of A Resurrection Which Will Answer All.