How wise and happy is he, that laboreth to be such in his life as he would wish to be found at the hour of his death.
Whilst thou art in health, thou mayst do much good, but when thou art sick, I know not what thou wilt be able to do.
Few by sickness grow better; and they who travel much are seldom sanctified.
Trust not in friends and kindred, neither put off the care of thy soul till hereafter, for man will sooner forget thee than thou art aware of.
If thou art not careful for thyself now, who will be careful for thee hereafter?
The time present is very precious; now are the days of salvation, now is the acceptable time.
But alas! that thou shouldst spend thy time no better here, where thou mightest purchase life eternal. The time will come when thou shalt desire one day or hour to amend in, and I can not say it will be granted thee.
Ah fool! why dost thou think to live long, when thou canst not promise thyself one day!
How many have been deceived, and suddenly snatched away!
How often dost thou hear, such a man is slain, another is drowned, a third has broken his neck with a fall; this man died eating, and that playing?