The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

Infidelity And Faith Look Both Through The Perspective Glass, But At Contrary Ends. Infidelity Looks Through The Wrong End Of The Glass; And, Therefore, Sees Those Objects Near Which Are Afar Off, And Makes Great Things Little,-diminishing The Greatest Spiritual Blessings, And Removing Far From Us Threatened Evils. Faith Looks At The Right End, And Brings The Blessings That Are Far Off In Time Close To Our Eye, And Multiplies God's Mercies, Which, In A Distance, Lost Their Greatness.

There Would Not Be So Many Open Mouths If There Were Not So Many Open Ears.

It Is Not Sin That Kills The Soul, But Impenitence.