The Only Instance Of Praying To Saints,

Faith Laughs At The Shaking Of The Spear; Unbelief Trembles At The Shaking Of A Leaf.

He Who Sows, Even With Tears, The Precious Seed Of Faith, Hope, And Love, Shall Doubtless Come Again With Joy, Bringing His Sheaves With Him, Because It Is The Very Nature Of That Seed To Yield A Joyful Harvest.

The Christian Will Find His Parentheses For Prayer Even In The Busiest Hours Of Life.

In Viewing The Scheme Of Redemption, I Seem Like One Viewing A Vast And Complicated Machine Of Exquisite Contrivance; What I Comprehend Of It Is Wonderful, What I Do Not, Is, Perhaps, More So Still.

Every Man Will Have His Own Criterion In Forming His Judgment Of Others. I Depend Very Much On The Effect Of Affliction. I Consider How A Man Comes Out Of The Furnace; Gold Will Lie For A Month In The Furnace Without Losing A Grain.