Pray for the peace of Jerusalem and thine own soul shall be refreshed.

A Christian is the gentlest of men; but then he is a man.

Sin has been pardoned at such a price that we cannot henceforth trifle with it.

Little learning and much pride come of hasty reading.

It is a reading age, a preaching age, a working age, but it is not a praying age.

A little thorn may cause much suffering. A little cloud may hide the sun. Little foxes spoil the vines; and little sins do mischief to the tender heart. These little sins burrow in the soul, and make it so full of that which is hateful to Christ, that he will hold no comfortable fellowship and communion with us. A great sin cannot destroy a Christian, but a little sin can make him miserable.

Oh, to have “the word of Christ” always dwelling inside of us;-in the memory, never forgotten; in the heart, always loved; in the understanding, really grasped; with all the powers and passions of the mind fully submitted to its control!