A greater absurdity cannot be thought of than a morose, hardhearted, covetous, proud, malicious Christian.

I know not how to express better, what my sins appear to me to be, than by heaping infinite upon infinite, and multiplying infinite by infinite . . . When I look into my heart and take a view of my wickedness, it looks like an abyss infinitely deeper than hell.

Haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed.

The end of the creation is that the creation might glorify [God]. Now what is glorifying God, but a rejoicing at that glory he has displayed?

We are dependent on God's power through every step of our redemption.

He that lives a prayerless life, lives without God in the world.

Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.