We Find No Rest For Our Weary

It Is The Nature Of All Hypocrites And False Prophets To Create A Conscience Where There Is None, And To Cause Conscience To Disappear Where It Does Exist.

In Many Countries There Are Particular Places To Which Devils More Especially Resort. In Prussia There Is An Infinite Number Of Evil Spirits.

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. 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. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

While We Contemplate In All Creatures, As In A Mirror, Those Immense Riches Of His Wisdom, Justice, Goodness And Power, We Should Not Meerly Run Them Over Cursorily, And, So To Speak, With A Fleeting Glance, But We Should Ponder Them At Length, Turn Them Over In Our Mind Seriously And Faithfully And Recollect Them Repeatedly.

If God Were Willing To Sell His Grace, We Would Accept It More Quickly And Gladly Than When He Offers It For Nothing.