God forbid that I should travel with anybody a quarter of an hour without speaking of Christ to them.

You blame me for weeping, but how can I help it when you will not weep for yourselves, though your immortal souls are on the verge of destruction.

I would rather wear out than rust out.

There is not a thing on the face of the earth that I abhor so much as idleness or idle people.

Man is nothing: he hath a free will to go to hell, but none to go to heaven, till God worketh in him to will and to do his good pleasure.

Be content with no degree of sanctification. Be always crying out, "Lord, let me know more of myself and of thee."

You see, my brethren, my heart is full; I could almost say it is too big to speak, and yet too big to be silent, without dropping a word to you.