My desires seem especially to be after weanedness from the world, perfect deadness to it, and that I may be crucified to all its allurements. My soul desires to feel itself more of a pilgrim and a stranger here below, that nothing may divert me from pressing through the lonely desert, till I arrive at my Father's house.

First, Resolve upon, and daily endeavour to practise, a life of seriousness and strict sobriety.

This morning about nine I withdrew to the woods for prayer. I was in such anguish that when I arose from my knees I felt extremely weak and overcome. ...I cared not how or where I lived, or what hardships I went through, so that I could but gain souls for Christ.

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

As long as I see anything to be done for God, life is worth having; but O how vain and unworthy it is to live for any lower end!

It is sweet to be nothing and less than nothing that Christ may be all in all.

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