It Is Not Sin That

We Must First Pray, That God Would Make Us Wise; Before We Can Wish, He Would Make Us Happy.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Tranquillity Consisteth In A Steadiness Of The Mind; And How Can That Vessel That Is Beaten Upon By Contrary Waves And Winds, And Tottereth To Either Part, Be Said To Keep A Steady Course? Resolution Is The Only Mother Of Security.

The Life Of Doctrine Is In Application.

This Field Is So Spacious That It Were Easy For A Man To Lose Himself In It; And If I Should Spend All My Pilgrimage In This Walk, My Time Would Sooner End Than My Way.