I Hoped That My Weary Pilgrimage In

The Whole World Appears To Me Like A Huge Vacuum, A Vast Empty Space, Whence Nothing Desirable, Or At Least Satisfactory, Can Possibly Be Derived; And I Long Daily To Die More And More To It; Even Though I Obtain Not That Comfort From Spiritual Things Which I Earnestly Desire.

Oh! How Amazing It Is That People Can Talk So Much About Men's Power And Goodness, When If God Did Not Hold Us Back Every Moment, We Should Be Devils Incarnate!

In The Silences I Make In The Midst Of The Turmoil Of Life I Have Appointments With God. From These Silences I Come Forth With Spirit Refreshed, And With A Renewed Sense Of Power. I Hear A Voice In The Silences, And Become Increasingly Aware That It Is The Voice Of God.

All My Desire Was The Conversion Of The Heathen... I Declare, Now I Am Dying, I Would Not Have Spent My Life Otherwise For The Whole World.

God Plans All Perfect Combinations.