Grace comes into the soul as the morning sun into the world: there is first a dawning, then a mean light, and at last the sun in his excellent brightness.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
A man may be so bold of his predestination, that he forget his conversation.
Better a holy discord than a profane concord.
His father was no man's friend but his own, and he is no man's for else.
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.