I can admire the solemn and stately language of worship that recognizes the greatness of God, but it will not warm my heart or express my soul until it has also blended therewith the joyful nearness of that perfect love that casts out fear and ventures to speak with our Father in heaven as a child speaks with its father on earth. My brother, no veil remains.

If you cut him, (John Bunyan) he'd bleed Scripture!

A church is a soul-saving company or it is nothing.

Prayer is the slender nerve that moves the muscle of omnipotence.

God is our portion, Christ our companion, the Spirit our Comforter, Earth our lodge, and Heaven is our home.

Sin and Hell are married unless repentance proclaims the divorce.

Never fear dying, beloved. Dying is the last, but the least matter that a Christian has to be anxious about. Fear living...that is a hard battle to fight, a stern discipline to endure, a rough voyage to undergo.