The shop, the barn, the scullery, and the smithy become temples when men and women do all to the glory of God! The "divine service" is not a thing of a few hours and a few places, but all life becomes holiness unto the Lord, and every place and thing, as consecrated as the tabernacle and it's golden candlestick.

I would as soon pray to God with machinery as to sing to God with machinery.

As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul.

Good thoughts are blessed guests, and should be heartily welcomed, well fed, and much sought after. Like rose leaves, they give out a sweet smell if laid up in the jar of memory.

Men are in a restless pursuit after satisfaction and earthly things. They have no forethought for their eternal state, the present hour absorbs them. They turn to another and another of earth's broken cisterns, hoping to find water, where not a drop was ever discovered yet.

You cannot make a sinner into a saint by killing him. He who does not live as a saint here will never live as a saint hereafter.

The right way usually lies between two extremes: it is the narrow channel between the rock and the whirlpool.