I am tired in the Lord's work, but not tired of it.

Ministers never write or preach so well as when under the cross.

Let us, therefore, not be weary of well-doing; for we shall reap an eternal harvest of comfort, if we faint not.

I would rather wear out than rust out.

Thus was the King and the Lord of glory judged by man's judgment, when manifest in flesh: far be it from any of his ministers to expect better treatment.

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

Speak every time my dear brother as if it were your last