We Are Not Yet What We Shall

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

The Devil...clutched Hold Of The Miserable Young Man...and Flew Off With Him Through The Ceiling, Since Which Time Nothing Has Been Heard Of Him.

I Have So Much To Do Today That I Must Set Apart More Time Than Usual To Pray.

I Am So Busy Now That If I Did Not Spend Three Hours Each Day In Prayer, I Could Not Get Through The Day.

We Must Beat The Gospel Into Peoples' Heads Incessantly Because It's The One Thing We're Prone To Forget.