“If thou hast sinned, lie not down without repentance; for the want of repentance, after one has sinned, makes the heart yet harder and harder.”

Riches and power, what is there more in the world? For money answereth all things-that is, all but soul concerns. It can neither be a price for souls while here, nor can that, with all the forces of strength, recover one out of hell fire.

I have often thought that the best Christians are found in the worst of times.

And, indeed, this is one of the greatest mysteries in the world; namely, that a righteousness that resides in heaven should justify me, a sinner on earth!

Prayer will make a man cease from sin, or sin will entice a man to cease from prayer.

The best prayers have often more groans than words.

Humility is the light of the understanding.

Our sins, when laid upon Christ, were yet personally ours, not his; so his righteousness, when put upon us, is yet personally his, not ours.

To seek yourself in this world is to be lost; and to be humble is to be exalted.

I seek a place that can never be destroyed, one that is pure, and that fadeth not away, and it is laid up in heaven, and safe there, to be given, at the time appointed, to them that seek it with all their heart. Read it so, if you will, in my book.

It is said that in some countries trees will grow, but will bear no fruit because there is no winter there.

It is the opener of the heart of God, and a means by which the soul, though empty, is filled.

Old truths are always new to us, if they come with the smell of heaven upon them.

He that lives in sin and looks for happiness hereafter is likehimthat soweth cockleand thinkstofill hisbarnwith wheat or barley.

Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.

Great grace and small gifts are better than great gifts and no grace.

The truths that I know best I have learned on my knees. I never know a thing well, till it is burned into my heart by prayer.

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.

It’s always hard to wrap up a series. The longer I spend with the characters, the more they become like friends.

It is very hard, that necessity of listening to a man who says nothing

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life–or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?

It’s hard to see someone with a ‘perfect’ body and be like, ‘Why can’t I be like her?’ But that person was born to be who she is, and you’re born to be who you are.

We work in the dark — we do what we can — we give what we have.