Winners of souls must first be weepers for souls.

Mind your till, and till your mind.

Whatever may be said about the doctrine of election, it is written in the Word of God as with an iron pen, and there is no getting rid of it.

If Christ has died for me, I cannot trifle with the evil that killed my best Friend.

God alone can do what seems impossible. This is the promise of his grace: 'I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten' (Joel 2:25). God can give back all those years of sorrow, and you will be the better for them. God will grind sunlight out of your black nights. In the oven of affliction, grace will prepare the bread of delight. Someday you will thank God for all your sadness.

Whenever there is a cross to be carried by any of Christ’s followers, He always bears the heavy end on His own shoulders.

I believe that when Paul plants and Apollos waters, God gives the increase; and I have no patience with those who throw the blame on God when it belongs to themselves.