He that loves the world, how active is he! He will break his peace and sleep for it. He that loves honour, what hazards will he run! He will swim to the throne in blood.... Love heaven, and you cannot miss it; love breaks through all opposition-it takes heaven by storm.

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

The pleasure of sin is soon gone, but the sting remains.

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.

The torments of hell abide for ever.... If all the earth and sea were sand, and every thousandth year a bird should come, and take away one grain of this sand, it would be a long time ere that vast heap of sand were emptied; yet, if after all that time the damned may come out of hell, there were some hope; but this word EVER breaks the heart.

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

Are there not millions of us who would rather go sleeping to hell; than sweating to heaven?