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

Of late God has been pleased to keep my soul hungry almost continually, so that I have been filled with a kind of pleasing pain. When I really enjoy God, I feel my desires of Him the more insatiable and my thirstings after holiness more unquenchable.

I board with a poor Scotchman: his wife can talk scarce any English.

I am an old sinner; and if God had designed mercy for me, he would have called me home to himself before now.

I bless God for this retirement: I never was more thankful for any thing than I have been of late for the necessity I am under of self-denial in many respects.

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.

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.