Riches, Understanding, Beauty, Are Fair Gifts Of

Our Faith Is An Astounding Thing-astounding That I Should Believe Him To Be The Son Of God Who Is Suspended On The Cross, Whom I Have Never Seen, With Whom I Have Never Become Acquainted.

God Is A Blank Sheet Upon Which Nothing Is Found But What You Yourself Have Written.

The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away.

The Will Of Man Without The Grace Of God Is Not Free At All, But Is The Permanent Prisoner And Bondslave Of Evil Since It Cannot Turn Itself To Good.

All Creatures Are Merely Veils Under Which God Hides Himself And Deals With Us.