The more a church flourishes, the more, I believe, do hypocrites get in, just as you see many a noxious creeping thing come and get in a garden after a shower of rain. The very things that make glad the flowers bring out these noxious things. And so hypocrites get in and steal much of the church's sap away.

Sin is sovereign till sovereign grace dethrones it.

Winners of souls must first be weepers for souls.

Nothing binds me to my Lord like a strong belief in His changeless love.

It is, perhaps, one of the hardest struggles of the Christian life to learn this sentence-- "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name be glory."

He who is not angry at transgression becomes a partaker in it.

God has so made man's heart that nothing can ever fill it but God himself.