Prayer is a shield to the soul

Thou art beaten that thou mayest be better.

If we have not quiet in our minds, outward comfort will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a den; and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and as he read, he wept and trembled: and not being able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamentable cry; saying, 'What shall I do?'

I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.