When filled with holy truth the mind rests.

I am throwing all my good works overboard, and lashing myself to the plank of free grace; for I hope to swim to glory on it.

We cannot rely on ourselves, for we have learned by bitter experience the folly of self-confidence. We are compelled to look to the Lord alone. Blessed is the wind that drives the ship into the harbor. Blessed is the distress that forces us to rest in our God.

Come my, heart, up and away!

A tear is enough water to float a desire to God.

As long as a man is alive and out of hell, he cannot have any cause to complain.

I believe the doctrine of election, because I am quite sure that if God had not chosen me I should never have chosen him; and I am sure he chose me before I was born, or else he never would have chosen me afterwards; and he must have elected me for reasons unknown to me, for I never could find any reason in myself why he should have looked upon me with special love.