I could scarcely reconcile myself at first to this strange way of preaching in the fields, of which Whitfield set me an example on Sunday; having been all my life (till very lately) so tenacious of every point relating to decency and order, that I should have thought the saving of souls almost a sin, if it had not been done in a church.

The longer I live, the larger allowances I make for human infirmities. I exact more from myself and less from others.

Holy solitaries' is a phrase no more consistent with the Gospel than holy adulterers. The Gospel of Christ knows no religion but social; no holiness, but social holiness.

This earthly body is slow and heavy in all its motions, listless and soon tired with action. But our heavenly bodies shall be as fire; as active and as nimble as our thoughts are.

Beware, lastly, of imagining you shall obtain the end without using the means conducive to it.

I see the necessity of preaching a full and present salvation from all sin.

He who governed the world before I was born shall take care of it likewise when I am dead. My part is to improve the present moment.