I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water, and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, What! all this, and Christ too?

Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Savior’s passion!

Don't just throw the seed at the people! Grind it into flour, bake it into bread, and slice it for them. And it wouldn't hurt to put a little honey on it

I would not give much for your religion unless it can be seen. Lamps do not talk, but they do shine.

The Lord's mercy often rides to the door of our heart upon the black horse of affliction.

Lord Jesus, cause me to know in my daily experience the glory and sweetness of Thy name, and then teach me how to use it in my prayer, so that I may be a prince prevailing with God.

Prayer can never be in excess.