That sorrow for sin that keeps the soul from looking towards the mercy seat is a sinful sorrow.

Saints spring and thrive most internally, when they are most externally afflicted. Afflictions are the mother of virtue.

There is no little sin, because no little God to sin against.

Nothing humbles and breaks the heart of a sinner like mercy and love. Souls that converse much with sin and wrath, may be much terrified; but souls that converse much with grace and mercy, will be much humbled.

Ah, believer, it is only Heaven that is above all winds, storms, and tempests; God did not cast man out of Paradise that he might find another paradise in this world.

The first step toward heaven, is to see ourselves near hell.

Grace is given to trade with; it is given to lay out, not lay up.