The Whole World Is Not Worth One

If You Have To Do With One Who Is Unquestionably A Slanderer, Do Not Excuse Him By Calling Him Frank And Free-spoken; Do Not Call One Who Is Notoriously Vain, Liberal And Elegant; Do Not Call Dangerous Levities Mere Simplicity; Do Not Screen Disobedience Under The Name Of Zeal; Or Arrogance, Of Frankness; Or Evil Intimacy, Of Friendship. No, My Friends, We Must Never, In Our Wish To Shun Slander, Foster Or Flatter Vice In Others: But We Must Call Evil Evil, And Sin Sin, And So Doing We Shall Serve God's Glory.

I See Crosses At Every Turn. My Flesh Shudders Over It, But My Heart Adores Them. Yes, I Hail You, Crosses Little And Great, I Hail You, And Kiss Your Feet, Unworthy Of The Honor Of Your Shadow.

The Damned Are In The Abyss Of Hell, As Within A Woeful City, Where They Suffer Unspeakable Torments, In All Their Senses And Members, Because As They Have Employed All Their Senses And Their Members In Sinning, So Shall They Suffer In Each Of Them The Punishment Due To Sin.

A Heart-memory Is Better Than A Mere Head-memory. Better To Carry Away A Little Of The Love Of Christ In Our Souls, Than If We Were Able To Repeat Every Word Of Every Sermon We Ever Heard.

Professions Of Humility Are The Very Cream, The Very Essence Of Pride; The Really Humble Person Wishes To Be, And Not To Appear So. Humility Is Timorous, And Starts At Her Shadow; And So Delicate That If She Hears Her Name Pronounced It Endangers Her Existence.