I Have Often Thought That The Best

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

I Will Stay In Jail To The End Of My Days Before I Make A Butchery Of My Conscience.

The Kingdom Of Heaven Is For The Heirs - And If Children, Then Heirs; If Born Again, Then Heirs. Wherefore It Is Said Expressly, Except A Man Be Born Again, He Cannot See The Kingdom Of God. By This One Word, Down Goes All Carnal Privilege Of Being Born Of Flesh And Blood, And Of The Will Of Man. Canst Thou Produce The Birthright?

He That Is Down Needs Fear No Fall. He That Is Low, No Pride; He That Is Humble, Ever Shall Have God To Be His Guide.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.