I Have Often Thought That The Best

An Idle Man's Brain Is The Devil's Workshop.

Take Heed Of Driving So Hard After This World, As To Hinder Thyself And Family From Those Duties Towards God, Which Thou Art By Grace Obliged To; As Private Prayer, Reading The Scriptures, And Christian Conference. It Is A Base Thing For Men So To Spend Themselves And Families After This World, As That They Disengage Their Heart To God's Worship.

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.

A Man There Was, Though Some Did Count Him Mad, The More He Cast Away The More He Had.

God Speaks Once, Yea Twice, Yet Man Perceiveth It Not, In A Dream, In A Vision Of The Night, When Deep Sleep Falleth Upon Men, In Slumbering Upon The Bed. We Need Not, When Abed, To Lie Awake To Talk With God, He Can Visit Us While We Sleep, And Cause Us Then To Hear His Voice. Our Heart Oft-times Wakes When We Sleep, And God Can Speak To That, Either By Words, By Proverbs, By Signs And Similitudes, As Well As If One Was Awake