The Christian life is very much like climbing a hill of ice. You cannot slide up, nay, you have to cut every step with an ice axe; only with incessant labor in cutting and chipping can you make any progress... If you want to know how to backslide, leave off going forward. Cease going upward and you will go downward of necessity. You can never stand still.

Live in such a way that men may recognize that you have been with Jesus.

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

Our spiritual manhood in heaven will discard many things which we now count precious, as a full-grown man discards the treasures of his childhood.

In heaven we shall see that we had not one trial too many.

I shall never understand, even in heaven, why the Lord Jesus should ever have loved me.

The preacher's work is to throw sinners down into utter helplessness that they may be compelled to look up to Him Who alone can help them.