God is more ready to forgive me than I am ready to offend.

A man must have a stout digestion to feed upon some men's theology; no sap, no sweetness, no life, but all stern accuracy, and fleshless definition. Proclaimed without tenderness, and argued without affection, the gospel from such men rather resembles a missile from a catapult than bread from a Father's hand.

A child of God should be a visible beatitude for joy and happiness, and a living doxology for gratitude and adoration.

To a hungry man, Christ is very lovely when He has a loaf of bread in His hand.

I do not know when I am more perfectly happy than when I am weeping for sin at the foot of the cross.

It is, perhaps, one of the hardest struggles of the Christian life to learn this sentence-- "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name be glory."

Prayer and praise are the oars by which a man may row his boat into the deep waters of the knowledge of Christ.