Though we as Christians are like Christ, having the first fruits of the spirit, yet we are unlike him, having the remainders of the flesh.

The right manner of growth is to grow less in one's own eyes.

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

The world rings changes, it is never constant but in its disappointments. The world is but a great inn, where we are to stay a night or two, and be gone; what madness is it so to set our heart upon our inn, as to forget our home?

The godly have some good in them, therefore the devil afflicts them; and some evil in them, therefore God afflicts them.

Those prayers God likes best which come seething hot from the heart.

Make up your spiritual accounts daily; see how matters stand between God and your souls (Psalm 77:6). Often reckonings keep God and conscience friends. Do with your hearts as you do with your watches, wind them up every morning by prayer, and at night examine whether your hearts have gone true all that day, whether the wheels of your affections have moved swiftly toward heaven.