Prayer is the soul's breathing itself into the bosom of its heavenly Father.

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

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.

How soon are we broken on the soft pillow of ease! Adam in paradise was overcome, when Job on the dunghill was a conqueror.

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

A weak faith can lay hold on a strong Christ.

There is more evil in a drop of sin than in a sea of affliction.