I do not know if there is a more dreadful word in the English language than that word "lost."

When we reach the hilltops of heaven, and look back upon all the way whereby the Lord our God hath led us, how shall we praise Him who, before the eternal throne, undid the mischief which Satan was doing upon earth. How shall we thank Him because He never held His peace, but day and night pointed to the wounds upon His hands, and carried our names upon His breastplate!

The doctrines some now preach could not build a mouse-trap.

I have not much patience with a certain class of Christians nowadays who will hear anybody preach so long as they can say, 'He is very clever, a fine preacher, a man of genius, a born orator.' Is cleverness to make false doctrine palatable? Why, sirs, to me the ability of a man who preaches error is my sorrow rather than my admiration.

It is not great talents God blesses so much as likeness to Jesus.

God is too good to be unkind, too wise to be mistaken; and when you cannot trace His hand, you can trust His heart.

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.