The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing.

Lingering labors come to naught.

What thought can think, another thought can mend.

Few have all they need, none all they wish.

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown.

Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers.

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.