I Have A Secret Thought From Some

I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His Wife Can Talk Scarce Any English.

I Love To Live On The Brink Of Eternity.

Oh! One Hour With God Infinitely Exceeds All The Pleasures And Delights Of This Lower World.

The Whole World Appears To Me Like A Huge Vacuum, A Vast Empty Space, Whence Nothing Desirable, Or At Least Satisfactory, Can Possibly Be Derived; And I Long Daily To Die More And More To It; Even Though I Obtain Not That Comfort From Spiritual Things Which I Earnestly Desire.

Whatever Else You Fail Of, Do Not Fail Of The Influence Of The Holy Spirit; That Is The Only Way You Can Handle The Consciences Of Men.