When we cannot see the sunshine of God's face, it is blessed to cower down beneath the shadow of his wings.

One might better try to sail the Atlantic in a paper boat, than try to get to heaven on good works.

Between here and heaven, every minute that the Christian lives will be a minute of grace.

If when I get to heaven the Lord shall say to me, Spurgeon, I want you to preach for all eternity, I would reply, Lord, give me a Bible, that is all I need.

Do not flatter yourselves: if you go to places of worship merely to look about you or to hear music, you are not worshipping God.

When we preach Christ crucified, we have no reason to stammer, or stutter, or hesitate, or apologize; there is nothing in the gospel of which we have any cause to be ashamed.

By all means read the Puritans, they are worth more than all the modern stuff put together.