“Having bought truth dear, we must not sell it cheap, not the least grain of it for the whole world; no, not for the saving of souls, though our own most precious; least of all for the bitter sweetening of a little vanishing pleasure.”
“We do not know when he was born, nor exactly when he died. We do not know what he looked like. We cannot visit his home, because it went up in flames long ago. Although he was a preacher, no sermon of his survives. During his lifetime, not a single monument was erected in his honor and, at his death, no carved stone marked his grave. He was -- or so it appeared -- a forgotten man.”
“Please don't run away with thinking he's absolutely fantastic because there is still a long way to go. It's a long haul when they've been as ill as this.”
