I Have To Hurry All Day To

In Switzerland, On A High Mountain, Not Far From Lucerne, There Is A Lake They Call Pilate's Pond, Which The Devil Has Fixed Upon As One Of The Chief Residences Of His Evil Spirits.

It Seems To Me That The Most Delightful Walk Of Life Is To Be Found In A Household Of Moderate Means, To Live There With An Obliging Spouse And To Be Satisfied With Little.

Every Man Must Do Two Things Alone; He Must Do His Own Believing And His Own Dying.

A Man Must Be Able To Affirm, I Know For Certain, That What I Teach Is The Only Word Of The High Majesty Of God In Heaven, His Final Conclusion And Everlasting, Unchangeable Truth, And Whatsoever Concurs And Agrees Not With This Doctrine, Is Altogether False, And Spun By The Devil.

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.