Let us not glide through this world and then slip quietly into heaven, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Let us see to it that the devil will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle.

True religion is like the smallpox. If you get it, you give it to others and it spreads.

For five years we never went outside our doors without a volley of curses from our neighbours.

My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it.

...I do not say, Don't play games or cricket and so forth. By all means play and enjoy them, giving thanks to Jesus for them. Only take care that games do not become an idol to you as they did to me. What good will it do to anybody in the next world to have been the best player that ever has been? And then think of the difference between that and winning souls for Jesus.

Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell.

Cease your insults to God, quit consulting flesh and blood. Stop your lame, lying, and cowardly excuses. Enlist!