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

Praying without fervency is like hunting with a dead dog.

The higher a man is in grace, the lower he will be in his own esteem.

I am persuaded that men think there is no God because they wish there were none. They find it hard to believe in God, and to go on in sin, so they try to get an easy conscience by denying his existence.

That very church which the world likes best is sure to be that which God abhors.

There is a general kind of praying which fails for lack of precision. It is as if a regiment of soldiers should all fire off their guns anywhere. Possibly somebody would be killed, but the majority of the enemy would be missed.

Poor human nature cannot bear such strains as heavenly triumphs bring to it; there must come a reaction. Excess of joy or excitement must be paid for by subsequent depressions. While the trial lasts, the strength is equal to the emergency; but when it is over, natural weakness claims the right to show itself.