God's favour is happiness.

No man will say, "There is no God" 'till he is so hardened in sin that it has become his interest that there should be none to call him to account.

The anger of a meek man is like fire struck out of steel, hard to be got out, and when it is, soon gone.

What we count the ills of life are often blessings in disguise, resulting in good to us in the end. Though for the present not joyous but grievous, yet, if received in a right spirit, they work out fruits of righteousness for us at last.

Holy joy will be oil to the wheels of our obedience.

The prayers and supplications that Christ offered up were, joined with strong cries and tears, herein setting us example not only to pray, but to be fervent and importunate in prayer. How many dry prayers, how few wet ones, do we offer up to God!

As if men did not die fast enough, they are ingenious at finding out ways to destroy one another.