We Are Dependent On The

Haste And Escape For Your Lives, Look Not Behind You, Escape To The Mountain, Lest You Be Consumed.

There Is Nothing That Keeps Wicked Men At Any One Moment Out Of Hell, But The Mere Pleasure Of God

Surely There Is Something In The Unruffled Calm Of Nature That Overawes Our Little Anxieties And Doubts; The Sight Of The Deep-blue Sky And The Clustering Stars Above Seems To Impart A Quiet To The Mind.

The Spirit Of God Is Given To The True Saints To Dwell In Them As His Proper Lasting Abode To Dwell In Them And To Influence Their Hearts As A Principle Of New Nature Or As A Divine Supernatural Spring Of Life And Action.

To Mark All That I Say In Conversation, Merely To Beget In Others, A Good Opinion Of Myself, And Examine It.