It Is Not The Finest

If, One Day, I Should Offend God In Any Way, Or Grow Remiss, Though Ever So Little, In That Which Concerns His Holy Service And Glory, I Solemnly Implore Him, Rather Let Me Die.

Idleness Is Hells Fishhook For Catching Souls.

Let Me Look At The Foulness And Ugliness Of My Body. Let Me See Myself As An Ulcerous Sore Running With Every Horrible And Disgusting Poison.

The Glory Of God Is Humankind Fully Alive.

The Servant Of God Earns Half A Doctorate Through Illness