Pray And Read, Read And

Love Is The Beauty And The Strength Of All Societies And The Great Pleasure Of Our Lives On Earth.

I Will Stay In Prison Till The Moss Grows On My Eye Lids Rather Than Disobey God.

Christians Are Like The Several Flowers In A Garden That Have Each Of Them The Dew Of Heaven, Which, Being Shaken With The Wind, They Let Fall At Each Other's Roots, Whereby They Are Jointly Nourished, And Become Nourishers Of Each Other.

Nothing Can Hurt You Except Sin; Nothing Can Grieve Me Except Sin; Nothing Can Defeat You Except Sin. Therefore, Be On Your Guard, My Mansoul.

…just As Christian Came Up To The Cross, His Burden Loosed From Off His Shoulders, Fell From Off His Back, And Began To Tumble Down The Hill, And So It Continued To Do Till It Came To The Mouth Of The Sepulchre. There It Fell In, And I Saw It No More!