Never venture near the door where sin dwells, lest you are dragged in.

The storm may be tempestuous, but it is only temporary.

Let thy hope of heaven master thy fear of death. Why shouldst thou be afraid to die, who hopest to live by dying!

God's wounds cure, sin's kisses kill.

The mightier any is in the word, the more mighty he will be in prayer.

Oh, it is sad for a poor Christian to stand at the door of the promise, in the dark night of affliction, afraid to draw the latch, whereas he should then come boldly for shelter as a child into his father's house.

It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons.