Prayer as it comes from the saint is weak and languid; but when the arrow of a saint's prayer is put into the bow of Christ's intercession it pierces the throne of grace.

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

What if we have more of the rough file, if we have less rust! Afflictions carry away nothing but the dross of sin.

This crown of free will is fallen from our head" and "If it be God's purpose that saves then it is not free will.

A wicked man in prayer may lift up his hands, but he cannot lift up his face.

Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting.

Praising God is one of the highest and purest acts of religion. In prayer we act like men; in praise we act like angels.