For there is some danger of falling into a soft and effeminate Christianity, under the plea of a lofty and ethereal theology.

So long as we are receivers of mercy, we must be givers of thanks.

We shall not grow weary of waiting upon God if we remember how long and how graciously He once waited for us.

An ill life will effectually drown the voice of the most eloquent ministry.

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.

The wicked man, when he dies, is driven to his grave, but the Christian comes to his grave.

If you delight more in God’s gifts than in God Himself, you are practically setting up another God above Him, and this you must never do.