Hell Is Paved With Infants Skulls.

I Like To Hear A Man Dwell Much On The Same Essentials Of Christianity. For We Have But One God, And One Christ, And One Faith To Preach; And I Will Not Preach Another Gospel To Please Men With Variety, As If Our Saviour And Our Gospel Had Grown Stale.

You May Know God, But Not Comprehend Him.

Such Is The Depth Of The Christian Scriptures, That Even If I Were Attempting To Study Them And Nothing Else From Early Boyhood To Decrepit Old Age, With The Utmost Leisure, The Most Unwearied Zeal, And Talents Greater Than I Have, I Would Be Still Daily Making Progress In Discovering Their Treasures.

Christ Leads Me Through No Darker Rooms Than He Went Through Before.

The Churchyard Is The Market Place Where All Things Are Rated At Their True Value, And Those Who Are Approaching It Talk Of The World And Its Vanities With A Wisdom Unknown Before.