I was never out of my Bible.

I was never out of my Bible.

Christians are like the several flowers in a garden that have each of them the dew of heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.

The truths that I know best I have learned on my knees. I never know a thing well, till it is burned into my heart by prayer.

I have given Him my faith, and sworn my allegiance to Him; how, then, can I go back from this, and not be hanged as a traitor?

Without the Spirit man is so infirm that he cannot, with all other means whatsoever, be enabled to think one right saving thought of God, of Christ, or of his blessed things.

There is enough sin in my best prayer to send the whole world to Hell.