[W]e all lie down in our bed of earth as sure to wake as ever we can be to shut our eyes.

Good prayers never come creeping home. I am sure I shall receive either what I ask, or what I should ask.

Gospel ministers should not only be like dials on watches, or mile-stones upon the road, but like clocks and larums, to sound the alarm to sinners. Aaron wore bells as well as pomegranates, and the prophets were commanded to lift up their voice like a trumpet. A sleeping sentinel may be the loss of the city.

How apt nature is, even in those who profess an eminence in holiness, to raise and maintain animosities against those whose calling or person they pretend to find cause to dislike!

Society is the atmosphere of souls; and we necessarily imbibe from it something which is either infectious or healthful.

We must first pray, that God would make us wise; before we can wish, he would make us happy.

It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.