The Will Of Man Without Grace Is

Sleep Is A Most Useful And Most Salutary Operation Of Nature. Scarcely Any Minor Annoyance Angers Me More Than The Being Suddenly Awakened Out Of A Pleasant Slumber. I Understand That In Italy They Torture Poor People By Depriving Them Of Sleep. `tis A Torture That Cannot Long Be Endured.

The Deceiver Can Magnify A Little Sin For The Purpose Of Causing One To Worry, Torture, And Kill Oneself With It. This Is Why A Christian Should Learn Not To Let Anyone Easily Create An Evil Conscience In Him. Rather Let Him Say, "this Error And This Failing Pass Away With My Other Imperfections And Sins, Which I Must Include In The Article Of Faith: I Believe In The Forgiveness Of Sins.

Christian Living Does Not Mean To Be Good But To Become Good; Not To Be Well, But To Get Well; Not Being But Becoming; Nor Rest But Training. We Are Not Yet, But We Shall Be. It Has Not Yet Happened, But It Is The Way. Not Everything Shines And Sparkles As Yet, But Everything Is Getting Better.

Human Nature Is Like A Drunk Peasant. Lift Him Into The Saddle On One Side, Over He Topples On The Other Side.

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.