A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

Humility Is The Light Of The Understanding.

No Child Of God Sins To That Degree As To Make Himself Incapable Of Forgiveness.

I Could Not Be Satisfied Unless Some Fruits Did Appear In My Work.

Who Would True Valour See, Let Him Come Hither; One Here Will Constant Be, Come Wind, Come Weather There’s No Discouragement Shall Make Him Once Relent His First Avowed Intent To Be A Pilgrim.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.