When we bless God for mercies, we usually prolong them. When we bless God for miseries, we usually end them. Praise is the honey of life which a devout heart extracts from every bloom of providence and grace.

The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example?

Say much of what the Lord has done for you, but say little of what you have done for the Lord.

The preaching of Christ is the whip that flogs the devil. The preaching of Christ is the thunderbolt, the sound of which makes all hell shake.

It is the burning lava of the soul that has a furnace within--a very volcano of grief and sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God's heart which does not come from our hearts.

Be thankful for the thorns and thistles, which keep you from being in love with this world, and becoming an idolater.

Never, for fear of feeble man, restrain your witness.