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.

Whole days and weeks have I spent prostrate on the ground in silent or vocal prayer.

I would rather wear out than rust out.

Open your hearts as wide as ever you will, the Spirit of the Lord shall fill them.

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

Nothing is more generally known than the duties which belong to christianity; and yet, how amazing is it, nothing is less practised?

We must all have the spirit of martyrdom, though we may not all die martyrs.