I have a secret thought from some things I have observed, that God may perhaps design you for some singular service in the world.

Worldly pleasures, such as flow from greatness, riches, honours, and sensual gratifications, are infinitely worse than none

Oh, how precious is time! And how guilty it makes me feel when I think I have trifled away and misimproved it, or neglected to fill up each part of it with duty to the utmost of my ability and capacity

I longed to be a flame of fire continually glowing in the divine service and building up of Christ's kingdom to my last and dying breath.

When you cease from labour, fill up your time in reading, meditation, and prayer: and while your hands are labouring, let your heart be employed, as much as possible, in divine thoughts.

Let me forget the world and be swallowed up in the desire to glorify God.

I fear God never showed mercy to one so vile as I.