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

It is the Lord's kindness that he will take the scum off us in the fire. Who know how needful winnowing is to us and what dross we have before we enter the kingdom of God? So narrow is the entry to heaven that our knots, lumps of pride, self-love, idol-love, and world-love must be hammered off us, that we may stoop low and creep through into that narrow entry.

We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.

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

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows but the sea.

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.