No Man Is Safe Above

Carry The Cross Patiently, And With Perfect Submission; And In The End It Shall Carry You.

As Iron Put Into The Fire Loseth Its Rust And Becometh Clearly Red-hot, So He That Wholly Turneth Himself Unto God Puts Off All Slothfulness, And Is Transformed Into A New Man.

Thou Shalt Ever Joy At Eventide If Thou Spend The Day Fruitfully.

Love Longs To Be Free, A Stranger To Every Worldly Desire, Lest Its Inner Vision Become Dimmed, And Lest Worldly Self-interest Hinder It Or Ill-fortune Cast It Down.

Few Spirits Are Made Better By The Pain And Languor Of Sickness; As Few Great Pilgrims Become Eminent Saints.