Here is the life of prayer, when in or with the Spirit, a man being made sensible of sin, and how to come to the Lord for mercy; he comes, I say, in the strength of the Spirit, and crieth Father. That one word spoken in faith is better than a thousand prayers, as men call them, written and read, in a formal, cold, lukewarm way.

…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 saw a man clothed with rags . . . a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity.

The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.

If my life is fruitless, it doesn't matter who praises me, and if my life is fruitful, it doesn't matter who criticizes me.

For to speak the truth, there are but few that care thus to spend their time, but choose rather to be speaking of things to no profit.