All earthly suns have their spots: the fair world itself has its wilderness. We cannot love the whole of most lovely things: but Christ Jesus is gold without alloy-light without darkness- glory without cloud. 'Yea, He is altogether lovely.'

The vendors of flowers in the streets of London are wont to commend them to customers by crying: "All a blowing and a growing." It would be no small praise to Christians if we could say as much for them.

His will cannot be neutral or 'free' to act contrary to his nature.

To Christ we are to be always coming; upon Him always relying; to His precious blood always looking.

If you will tell me when God permits a Christian to lay aside his armour, I will tell you when Satan has left off temptation.

If you are to go to Christ, do not put on your good doings and feelings, or you will get nothing. Go in your sins, they are your livery. Your ruin is your argument for mercy! Your poverty is your plea for heavenly alms! And your need is the motive for heavenly goodness.

We wept when we were born though all around us smiled; so shall we smile when we die while all around us weep.