Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy.
We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience… It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.
I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.
My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.
To believe Christ’s cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith.
Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.
You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.
See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all, and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy: for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory: many are lying dead by the way, slain with security.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.
Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord’s choicest wines.
Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.