The old, old gospel is the newest thing in the world; in its very essence it is for ever good news.

It is a reading age, a preaching age, a working age, but it is not a praying age.

A genuine revival without joy in the Lord is as impossible as spring without flowers, or day-dawn without light.

The distance between the glorified spirits in heaven and the militant saints on earth seems great; but it is not so. We are not far from home. Heaven... is just one sigh and we get there. Our departed friends are only in the upper room, as it were, of the same house; they have not gone far off; they are upstairs and we are down below.

I remember, when I have preached at different times in the country, and sometimes here, that my whole soul has agonized over men, every nerve of my body has been strained and I could have wept my very being out of my eyes and carried my whole frame away in a flood of tears, if I could but win souls

To become a man was something, but to become a man of sorrows was far more; to bleed, and die, and suffer.

The furnace of affliction is a good place for you, Christian; it benefits you; it helps you to become more like Christ, and it is fitting you for heaven.