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?

Our murmuring is the devil's music.

It is hard to carry a full cup without spilling, and a full estate without sinning.

Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting.

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