Prayer is one of the necessary wheels of the machinery of providence.

When the pangs shoot through our body, and ghastly death appears in view, people see the patience of the dying Christian. Our infirmities become the black velvet on which the diamond of God's love glitters all the more brightly. Thank God I can suffer ! Thank God I can be made the object of shame and contempt, for in this way God shall be glorified.

Great hearts can only be made by great troubles. The spade of trouble digs the reservoir of comfort deeper, and makes more room for consolation.

The faith which saves is not one single act done on a certain day: it is an act continued and persevered in throughout the life of man.

It is all ablaze with grateful adoration.

The Christian is the most contented man in the world, but he is the least contented with the world.

Prayer is the thermometer of grace.