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

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

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

We are a long time in learning that all our strength and salvation is in God.

Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.

I have withstood the power of convictions a long time; and therefore I fear I shall be finally left of God.

The all-seeing eye of God beheld our deplorable state; infinite pity touched the heart of the Father of mercies; and infinite wisdom laid the plan of our recovery.