Hell Is Paved With Infants Skulls.

Despair Of Ever Being Saved, "except Thou Be Born Again," Or Of Seeing God "without Holiness," Or Of Having Part In Christ Except Thou "love Him Above Father, Mother, Or Thy Own Life." This Kind Of Despair Is One Of The First Steps To Heaven.

Take Heed To Yourselves, Lest You Perish While You Call Upon Others To Take Heed Of Perishing, And Lest You Famish Yourselves While You Prepare Their Food.

My Lord, I Have Nothing To Do In This World, But To Seek And Serve Thee; I Have Nothing To Do With A Heart And Its Affections, But To Breathe After Thee. I Have Nothing To Do With My Tongue And Pen, But To Speak To Thee, And For Thee, And To Publish Thy Glory And Thy Will. What Have I To Do With All My Reputation, And Interest In My Friends, But To Increase Thy Church, And Propagate Thy Holy Truth And Service? What Have I To Do With My Remaining Time, Even These Last And Languishing Hours, But To Look Up Unto Thee, And Wait For Thy Grace, And Thy Salvation?

I Have Pain; There Is No Arguing Against Sense, But I Have Peace, I Have Peace.

I Must Confess, As The Experience Of My Own Soul, That The Expectation Of Loving My Friends In Heaven Principally Kindles My Love To Them While On Earth.