O How Feeble Is Man's Power, That

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

What Gnashing Is Not A Comfort, What Gnawing Of The Worm Is Not A Tickling, What Torment Is Not A Marriage Bed To This Damnation, To Be Secluded Eternally, Eternally, Eternally From The Sight Of God?

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

Of All The Commentaries On The Scriptures, Good Examples Are The Best.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.