Begin Now What You Will

Out Of One Hundred Thousand Sinners Who Continue In Sin Until Death, Scarcely One Will Be Saved.

If There Is But Little Water In The Stream, It Is The Fault, Not Of The Channel, But Of The Source.

When I Could Not See The Light With My Blind Eyes, I Blamed Not My Eyes, But The Sun.

Keep Doing Some Kind Of Work, That The Devil May Always Find You Employed.

A Friend Is Long Sought, Hardly Found, And With Difficulty Kept.