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

The fact is, we sometimes read Scripture, thinking of what it ought to say, rather than what it does say.

The moment we glorify ourselves, since there is room for one glory only in the universe, we set ourselves up as rivals to the Most High.

Many books in my library are now behind and beneath me. They were good in their way once, and so were the clothes I wore when I was ten years old; but I have outgrown them. Nobody ever outgrows Scripture; the book widens and deepens with our years.

I do not come into this pulpit hoping that perhaps somebody will of his own free will return to Christ. My hope lies in another quarter. I hope that my Master will lay hold of some of them and say, "You are mine, and you shall be mine. I claim you for myself." My hope arises from the freeness of grace, and not from the freedom of the will.

We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them.

Whenever God means to make a man great, he always breaks him in pieces first.