The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion.

Good Prayers Never Come Creeping Home. I Am Sure I Shall Receive Either What I Ask, Or What I Should Ask.

Christian Society Is Like A Bundle Of Sticks Laid Together, Whereof One Kindles Another. Solitary Men Have Fewest Provocations To Evil, But, Again, Fewest Incitations To Good. So Much As Doing Good Is Better Than Not Doing Evil Will I Account Christian Good-fellowship Better Than An Hermitish And Melancholy Solitariness.

No Marvel If The Worldling Escape Earthly Afflictions. God Corrects Him Not. He Is Base Born And Begot. God Will Not Do Him The Favour To Whip Him. The World Afflicts Him Not, Because It Loves Him: For Each Man Is Indulgent To His Own. God Uses Not The Rod Where He Means To Use The Word. The Pillory Or Scourge Is For Those Malefactors That Shall Escape Execution.

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

It Is Not He That Reads Most, But He That Meditates Most On Divine Truth, That Will Prove The Choicest, Wisest, Strongest Christian.