God gave us sleep to remind us we are not him.

Prayer irrigates the fields of life with the waters which are stored up in the reservoirs of promise.

Sin is sovereign till sovereign grace dethrones it.

Prayer bends omnipotence of heaven to your desire. Prayer moves the hand that moves the world.

Let your thoughts be psalms, your prayers incense, and your breath praise.

Prayer is the lisping of the believing infant, the shout of the fighting believer, the requiem of the dying saint falling asleep in Jesus.

The nearer a man lives to God, the more intensely has he to mourn over his own evil heart." -Charles Spurgeon