The name of the slough was Despond. - 'Pilgrim's Progress |
Then I saw that there was a way to Hell, even from the gates of heaven. |
There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair. |
They are for religion when in rags and contempt, but I am for him when he walks in his golden slippers in the sunshine and with applause. |
They came to the Delectable Mountains. |
What a fool, quoth he, am I, thus to lie in a stinking dungeon, when I may as well walk at liberty! I have a key in my bosom, called Promise, that will, I am persuaded, open any lock in Doubting Castle |
When you pray, rather let your heart be without words than your words without heart. |
Who so beset him round / With dismal stories, / Do but themselves confound; / His strength the more is. |
Words easy to be understood do often hit the mark; when high and learned ones do only pierce the air. |
You can do more than pray, after you have prayed, but you cannot do more than pray until you have prayed |
You have chosen the roughest road, but it leads straight to the hilltops. |