Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
Pride calls me to the window, gluttony to the table, wantonness to the bed, laziness to the chimney-corner; ambition commands read more
Pride calls me to the window, gluttony to the table, wantonness to the bed, laziness to the chimney-corner; ambition commands me to go upstairs, and covetousness to come down. Vices, I see, are as well contrary to themselves as to virtue. Free me, Lord, from this distracted case; fetch me from being sin's servant to be Thine, whose "service is perfect freedom," for Thou art but one, and ever the same.
Feast of Thomas More, Scholar & Martyr, & John Fisher, Bishop & Martyr, 1535 Sorrow for sin and sorrow read more
Feast of Thomas More, Scholar & Martyr, & John Fisher, Bishop & Martyr, 1535 Sorrow for sin and sorrow for suffering are ofttimes so twisted and interwoven in the same person -- yea, in the same sigh and groan -- that sometimes it is impossible for the party himself so to separate and divide them in his own sense and feeling, as to know which proceeds from the one and which from the other. Only the all-seeing eye of an infinite God is able to discern and distinguish them.
No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend until he is unhappy.
No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend until he is unhappy.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is read more
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
Act nothing in furious passion. It's putting to sea in a storm.
Act nothing in furious passion. It's putting to sea in a storm.
