I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up
The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.
Prayer is an ordinance of God, that must continue with a soul so long as it is on this side glory.
I could not be satisfied unless some fruits did appear in my work.
You have chosen the roughest road, but it leads straight to the hilltops.
Some said, "John, print it"; others said "Not so." Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No."