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

I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water, and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, What! all this, and Christ too?

I have now concentrated all my prayers into one, and that one prayer is this, that I may die to self, and live wholly to Him.

A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.

No one is so miserable as the poor person who maintains the appearance of wealth.

The delightful study of the Psalms has yielded me boundless profit and ever-growing pleasure; common gratitude constrains me to communicate to others a portion of the benefit, with the prayer that it may induce them to search further for themselves.