Man loves his own ruin. The cup is so sweet that though he knows it will poison him, yet he must drink it. And the harlot is so fair, that though he understands that her ways lead down to hell, yet like a bullock he follows to the slaughter till the dart goes through his liver. Man is fascinated and bewitched by sin.

The business of the believer with his Bible open is to pray, 'Lord, give me the meaning and spirit of your word, while it lies open before me; apply your word with power to my soul, threatening or promise, doctrine or precept, whatever it may be; lead me into the soul and marrow of your word.'

If the professed convert distinctly and deliberately declares that he knows the Lord's will, but does not mean to attend to it, you are not to pamper his presumptions, but it is your duty to assure him that he is not saved.

The Lord who cannot endure vain repetitions is equally weary of vain variations.

Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.

I believe that in public worship we should do well to be bound by no human rules, and constrained by no stereotyped order.

The fear of God is the death of every other fear; like a mighty lion, it chases all other fears before it.