Do not fret over your heavy troubles, for they are the heralds of weighty mercies.

Giving is true loving.

Oh, Brethren, it is sickening work to think of your cushioned seats, your chants, your anthems, your choirs, your organs, your gowns, and your bands, and I know not what besides, all made to be instruments of religious luxury, if not of pious dissipation, while ye need far more to be stirred up and incited to holy ardor for the propagation of the truth as it is in Jesus.

The man who, despite the teaching of Scripture, tries to pray without a Savior, insults the deity.

If you tell your troubles to God, you put them into the grave; they will never rise again when you have committed them to Him. If you roll your burden anywhere else, it will roll back again like the stone of Sisyphus.

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

You'll never be a winner of souls unless you're first a weeper for souls.