…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!

I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.

I could not be satisfied unless some fruits did appear in my work.

If you release me today, I'll preach tomorrow.

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

But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower

There hath not one tear dropped from thy tender eye against thy lusts, the love of this world, or for more communion with Jesus Christ, but as it is now in the bottle of God.