One Thing, And Only One Thing, Is

Our Office...subjects Us To Great Burdens And Labors, Dangers And Temptations, With Little Reward Or Gratitude From The World. But Christ Himself Will Be Our Reward If We Labor Faithfully.

The Multitude Of Books Is A Great Evil. There Is No Limit To This Fever For Writing; Every One Must Be An Author; Some Out Of Vanity, To Acquire Celebrity And Raise Up A Name, Others For The Sake Of Mere Gain.

We Know That Death Never Skips Or Spares Anybody And That No One Ever Returns. And Yet We Go On Like The Blind, Who See As Little At Midday As In The Pitch-dark Night. We Do Not Take These Examples To Heart; We Do Not Realize That Today Or Tomorrow Our Turn Will Come.

We May Well Lie With What Seems To Be A Woman Of Flesh And Blood, And Yet All The Time It Is Only A Devil In The Shape Of A Woman.

Many Demons Are In Woods, In Waters, In Wildernesses, And In Dark Poolly Places Ready To Hurt...people.