As I go into a cemetery I like to think of the time when the dead shall rise from their graves. ... Thank God, our friends are not buried; they are only sown!

I would rather a thousand times be five minutes at the feet of Christ than listen a lifetime to all the wise men in the world.

Use me then, my Saviour for whatever purpose and whatever way thou mayest require. Here is my poor heart, and empty vessel; fill it with Thy Grace.

The grand question of life is, Is my name written in heaven?

I'm not tired of the work... I'm tired in the work.

If you pray for bread and bring no basket to carry it, you prove the doubting spirit, which may be the only hindrance to the boon you ask.

Real true faith is man's weakness leaning on God's strength.