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.

Praying without fervency is like hunting with a dead dog.

The man who is deeply discontented with himself is probably growing fast into the full likeness of Christ.

The grace that does not change my life will not save my soul.

Prayer is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, the honor of a Christian.

A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best

It is not the bigness of the words you utter, but the force with which you deliver them.