Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights upon his Bible; so without that, without humility, no man shall hear God speak to his soul, though he hear three two-hour sermons every day.