The beauty of holiness is that which the grave, that consumes all other beauty, cannot touch, or do any damage to.

Those whom God will employ are first struck with a sense of their unworthiness to be employed.

Come, and see the victories of the cross. Christ's wounds are thy healings, His agonies thy repose, His conflicts thy conquests, His groans thy songs, His pains thine ease, His shame thy glory, His death thy life, His sufferings thy salvation.

Days of trouble must be days of prayer.

The fear of God reigning in the heart is the beauty of the soul.

We have a cunning adversary, who watches to do mischief, and will promote errors, even by the words of scripture.

. . . when we cannot do the good we would, we must be ready to do the good we can.