You will never know the fullness of Christ until you know the emptiness of everything but Christ.

Preach not calmly and quietly as though you were asleep, but preach with fire and pathos and passion.

You never hear Jesus say in Pilate's judgement hall one word that would let you imagine that He was sorry that He had undertaken so costly a sacrifice for us. When His hands are pierced, when He is parched with fever, His tongue dried up like a shard of pottery, when His whole body is dissolved into the dust of death, you never hear a groan or a shriek that looks like Jesus is going back on His commitment.

He who sings a song to Christ in the night, sings the best song in all the world; for he sings from the heart.

Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk.

The wicked man, when he dies, is driven to his grave, but the Christian comes to his grave.

Must is a hard nut to crack, but it has a sweet kernel.