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

Great hearts can only be made by great troubles. Great faith must have great trials.

Prayer sweeps the battlefield, slays the enemy, and buries the bones.

No matter how good you think yourself to be, you cannot enter heaven unless it is under the terms of sovereign grace.

You may readily judge whether you are a child of God or a hypocrite by seeing in what direction your soul turns in seasons of severe trial. The hypocrite flies to the world and finds a sort of comfort there. But the child of God runs to his Father and expects consolation only from the Lord's hand.

To be cast down is often the best thing that can happen to us.

Jesus poured out his soul in life before he poured it out unto death