“I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.”
― John Bunyan (author of Pilgrims Progress)
“This hill, though high, I covet to ascend;
The difficulty will not me offend.
For I perceive the way to life lies here.
Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear.
Better, though difficult, the right way to go,
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.”
