O my Blessed God! let me climb up near to Him, and love, and long, and plead, and wrestle, and strech after Him, and for deliverence from the body of sin and death. Alas! my soul mourned to think i should ever lose sight of its Beloved again. O come, Lord Jesus, amen.

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

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

In the silences I make in the midst of the turmoil of life I have appointments with God. From these silences I come forth with spirit refreshed, and with a renewed sense of power. I hear a voice in the silences, and become increasingly aware that it is the voice of God.

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

Oh that I may never loiter on my heavenly journey.

I cared not where or how I lived, or what hardships I went through, so I could but gain souls to Christ