My Lord, I have nothing to do in this World, but to seek and serve thee; I have nothing to do with a Heart and its affections, but to breathe after thee. I have nothing to do with my Tongue and Pen, but to speak to thee, and for thee, and to publish thy Glory and thy Will. What have I to do with all my Reputation, and Interest in my Friends, but to increase thy Church, and propagate thy holy Truth and Service? What have I to do with my remaining Time, even these last and languishing hours, but to look up unto thee, and wait for thy Grace, and thy Salvation?

In hell, sinners shall forever lay all the blame on their own wills. Hell is a rational torment by conscience.

Is it but right that our hearts should be on God, when the heart of God is so much on us.

Tomorrow is always the sluggard's working day; today is his holiday

What we most value, we shall think no pains too great to gain.

I have pain; there is no arguing against sense, but I have peace, I have peace.

I remember myself, that when I was young, I had sometime the company of one ancient godly minister, who was of weaker parts than many others, but yet did profit me more than most; because he would never in prayer or conference speak of God, or the life to come, but with such marvelous seriousness and reverence, as if he had seen the majesty and glory which he talked of.