The sins of teachers are the teachers of sin.

Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."

The regenerating Spirit is compared to the wind. His first attempts on the soul may be so secret that the creature knows not whence they come, or whither they tend; but, before he hath done, the sound will be heard throughout the soul.

Let thy hope of heaven master thy fear of death.

The Word of God is too sacred a thing, and preaching too solemn a work, to be toyed and played with.

Least doers are the greatest boasters.

We must not confide in the armour of God, but in the God of this armour, because all our weapons are only mighty through God.