No Gown Worse Becomes A Woman Than

Lord God, I Thank Thee That Thou Hast Been Pleased To Make Me A Poor And Indigent Man Upon Earth. I Have Neither House Nor Land Nor Money, To Leave Behind Me. Thou Hast Given Me Wife And Children, Whom I Now Restore To Thee. Lord, Nourish, Teach, And Preserve Them As Thou Hast Me.

If It Were Art To Overcome Heresy With Fire, The Executioners Would Be The Most Learned Doctors On Earth.

The Devil...clutched Hold Of The Miserable Young Man...and Flew Off With Him Through The Ceiling, Since Which Time Nothing Has Been Heard Of Him.

If We Esteem Them Too Highly, Good Works Can Become The Greatest Idolatry.

Prayer Is Not Overcoming God's Reluctance. It Is Laying Hold Of His Willingness.