Every man who loses everlasting life rejects it himself. God denies it not to him-he will not come that he may have life.

Alas! Much has been done of late to promote the production of dwarfish Christians. Poor, sickly believers turn the church into an hospital, rather than an army. Oh, to have a church built up with the deep godliness of people who know the Lord in their very hearts, and will seek to follow the Lamb wherever he goes!

To reclaim the prodigal is well, but to save him from ever being a prodigal is better.

The preacher's work is to throw sinners down into utter helplessness that they may be compelled to look up to Him Who alone can help them.

It is said that our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.

All originality and no plagiarism makes for dull preaching.

In seasons of severe trial, the Christian has nothing on earth that he can trust to, and is therefore compelled to cast himself on God alone. When no human deliverance can avail, he must simply and entirely trust himself to the providence and care of God. Happy storm that wrecks a man on such a rock as this! O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God--and God alone!