When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

Desires going before conversion are not such as can calm a storming conscience.

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.