I Love The Man That

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.

Show Me The Man Who Would Go To Heaven Alone If He Could, And In That Man I Will Show You One Who Will Never Be Admitted Into Heaven.

It Is To Be Doubted Whether He Will Ever Find The Way To Heaven Who Desires To Go Thither Alone.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

To Trust God When We Have Securities In Our Iron Chest Is Easy, But Not Thankworthy; But To Depend On Him For What We Cannot See, As It Is More Hard For Man To Do, So It Is More Acceptable To God.