There is but one fountain of comfort for a man drawing near to his end, and that is the Bible. ...All comfort from any other source is a house built upon sand.

Look to the cross, think of the cross, meditate on the cross, and then go and set your affections on the world if you can.

However corrupt our hearts, and however wicked our past lives, there is hope for us in the Gospel.

Beware of manufacturing a God of your own: a God who is all mercy, but not just. Such a God is an idol of your own.

The Word of God is ROCK. All else is sand.

What could an unsanctified man do in Heaven, if by any chance he got there? Let that question be fairly looked in the face and fairly answered. No man can possibly be happy in a place where he is not in his element and where all around him is not congenial to his tastes, habits and character.

Let it be a settled principle in our minds, in reading the Bible, that Christ is the central sun of the whole book. So long as we keep Him in view, we shall never greatly err in our search for spiritual knowledge. Once losing sight of Christ, we shall find the whole Bible dark and full of difficulty.