Knock, And It Shall Be Opened Unto

For To Speak The Truth, There Are But Few That Care Thus To Spend Their Time, But Choose Rather To Be Speaking Of Things To No Profit.

To Go Back Is Nothing But Death; But To Go Forward Is Fear Of Death And Life Everlasting Beyond.

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

He That Comes To Christ Cannot, It Is True, Always Get On As Fast As He Would. Poor Coming Soul, Thou Art Like The Man That Would Ride Full Gallop Whose Horse Will Hardly Trot. Now The Desire Of His Mind Is Not To Be Judged Of By The Slow Pace Of The Dull Jade He Rides On, But By The Hitching And Kicking And Spurring As He Sits On His Back. Thy Flesh Is Like This Dull Jade, It Will Not Gallop After Christ, It Will Be Backward Though Thy Soul And Heaven Lie At Stake.

Run When I Can, Walk When I Cannot Run, And Creep When I Cannot Walk.