Good thoughts are blessed guests, and should be heartily welcomed, well fed, and much sought after. Like rose leaves, they give out a sweet smell if laid up in the jar of memory.

The first link between my soul and Christ is not my goodness but my badness, not my merit but my misery, not my riches but my need.

There are no crown-wearers in heaven who were not cross-bearers here below.

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.

If we be married to Christ, and He be jealous of us, depend upon it this jealous husband will let none touch His spouse.

I had rather be poor in His service than rich in my own.

Shall I give you yet another reason why you should pray? I have preached my very heart out. I could not say any more than I have said. Will not your prayers accomplish that which my preaching fails to do? Is it not likely that the Church has been putting forth its preaching hand but not its praying hand? Oh dear friends! Let us agonize in prayer.