You might as reasonably expect to find a living man without breath, as a true Christian without the spirit of prayer and supplication.

Let my name die everywhere, let even my friends forget me, if by that means the cause of the blessed Jesus may be promoted

If you know Christ and him crucified, you know enough to make you happy, supposing you know nothing else. And without this, all your other knowledge cannot keep you from being everlastingly miserable.

If an earthly king was to issue out a royal proclamation, on performing or not performing the conditions therein contained, the life or death of his subjects entirely depended, how solicitous would they be to hear what those conditions were? And shall not we pay the same respect to the King of kings and Lord of lords and lend an attentive ear to his ministers, when they are declaring, in his name, how our pardon, peace, and happiness may be secured?

Christ is worth all, or he is worth nothing.

Would ministers preach for eternity! They would then act the part of true Christian orators, and not only calmly and cooly inform the understanding, but, by persuasive, pathetic address, endeavour to move the affections and warm the heart.

I was honored today with having a few stones, dirt, rotten eggs, and pieces of dead cat thrown at me