Eternity to the godly is a day that has no sunset; eternity to the wicked is a night that has no sunrise.

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

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

This kind of intense loyalty, then, became the well-spring of the IBM spirit, the family spirit as it was called.

Thus it is in hell; they would die, but they cannot. The wicked shall be always dying but never dead; the smoke of the furnacedascends for ever and ever. Oh! who can endure thus to be ever upon the rack? This word "ever" breaks the heart. Wicked men do now think the Sabbaths long, and think a prayer long; but oh! how long will it be to lie in hell for ever and ever?

[Concerning the Word preached:] Do we prize it in our judgments? Do we receive in into our hearts? Do we fear the loss of the Word preached more than the loss of peace and trade? Is it the removal of the ark that troubles us? Again, do we attend to the Word with reverential devotion? When the judge is giving the charge on the bench, all attend. When the Word is preached, the great God is giving us his charge. Do we listen to it as to a matter of life and death? This is a good sign that we love the Word.

The prayer that is faithless is fruitless.