I preach deliverance to others, I tell them there is freedom, while I hear my own chains clang.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.

Some said, "John, print it"; others said "Not so." Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No."

I love to hear my Lord spoken of, and wherever I have seen the print of His shoe in the earth, there have I coveted to put mine also.

…just as Christian came up to the Cross, his burden loosed from off his shoulders, fell from off his back, and began to tumble down the hill, and so it continued to do till it came to the mouth of the sepulchre. There it fell in, and I saw it no more!

The difference between true and false repentance lies in this: the man who truly repents cries out against his heart; but the other, as Eve, against the serpent, or something else.