Ever tell me of a humble heart where I see a stubborn knee.

His father was no man's friend but his own, and he is no man's for else.

Our mind is where our pleasure is, our heart is where our treasure is, our love is where our life is, but all these, our pleasure, treasure, and life, are reposed in Jesus Christ.

Sins are so remitted, as if they had never been committed.

Sense of sin may be often great, and more felt than grace; yet not be more than grace. A man feels the ache of his finger more sensibly than the health of his whole body; yet he knows that the ache of a finger is nothing so much as the health of the whole body.

Death is as near to the young as to the old; here is all the difference: death stands behind the young man's back, before the old man's face.

Will you trust your five senses above the four Gospels?