The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me.

The slender capacity of man's heart cannot comprehend the unfathomable depth and burning zeal of God's love toward us.

When I am assailed with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill: when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away. So the human heart, unless it be occupied with some employment, leaves space for the devil, who wriggles himself in and brings with him a whole host of evil thoughts, temptations, and tribulations, which grind out the heart.

God is a blank sheet upon which nothing is found but what you yourself have written.

I have to hurry all day to get time to pray.

Christ is no Moses, no exactor, no giver of laws, but a giver of grace, a Savior; he is infinite mercy and goodness, freely and bountifully given to us.

Faith must trample under foot all reason, sense, and understanding.