He who boasts of being perfect is perfect in folly. I never saw a perfect man. Every rose has its thorns, and every day its night. Even the sun shows spots, and the skies are darkened with clouds; and faults of some kind nestle in every bosom.

To trifle with Scripture is to deprive yourself of its aid. Reverence it, and look up to God with devout gratitude for having given it to you.

I know of no better thermometer to your spiritual temperature than this, the measure of the intensity of your prayer.

Our hope in Christ for the future is the mainspring and the mainstay of our joy down here today.

Grace does not choose a man and leave him as he is.

Delayed answers to prayer are not only trials of faith; they also give us opportunities to honor God through our steadfast confidence in Him, even when facing the apparent denial of our request.

There should be a parallel between our supplications and our thanksgivings. We ought not to leap in prayer, and limp in praise.