To be deep in history, is to cease to be Protestant.

We can believe what we choose. We are answerable for what we choose to believe.

Faith ventures and hazards . . . counting the costs and delighting in the sacrifice.

Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning.

When men understand what each other mean, they see, for the most part, that controversy is either superfluous or hopeless

Satan is inconsistent. He persuades a man not to go to a synagogue on a cold morning; yet when the man does go, he follows him into it.

Christ is already in that place of peace, which is all in all. He is on the right hand of God. He is hidden in the brightness of the radiance which issues from the everlasting throne. He is in the very abyss of peace, where there is no voice of tumult or distress, but a deep stillness--stillness, that greatest and most awful of all goods which we can fancy; that most perfect of joys, the utter profound, ineffable tranquillity of the Divine Essence. He has entered into His rest. That is our home; here we are on a pilgrimage, and Christ calls us to His many mansions which He has prepared.