A man is what he is on his knees, and no more.
The seed of every sin known to man is in my heart.
Let us see God before man every day.
A beam of God's countenance is enough to fill the heart of a believer to overflowing. It is enough to light up the pale cheek of a dying saint with seraphic brightness, and make the heart of the lone widow sing for joy.
Are we not all immortal till our work is done?
It is the mark of a hypocrite to be a Christian everywhere except at home.