In his diary for [this day] he speaks of longing desires after death, through a sense of the excellency of a state of perfection.
Saturday, August 12
Tuesday, August 1
This day I saw clearly that I should never be happy; yea, that God himself could not make me happy, unless I could be in a capacity to 'please and glorify him for ever.' Take away this, and admit me into all the fine heavens that can be conceived of by men or angels, and I should still be miserable for ever.
Posted by Rebecca Stark at 10:18 AM