“A man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.”

I live because I am a Warrior and because I wish one day to be in the company of [She] for whom I have fought so hard

If you are not a praying person, you are not a Christian.

The same yesterday, today, and forever.

This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear.

He that is down needs fear no fall.

Without the Spirit man is so infirm that he cannot, with all other means whatsoever, be enabled to think one right saving thought of God, of Christ, or of his blessed things.

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

Run when I can, walk when I cannot run, and creep when I cannot walk.

Who would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather There’s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim.

Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.

Though the world disregard the society of God’s children now, yet there is a time coming in which they would be glad to have the least company with them.

It is easier going out of the way when we are in, than going in when we are out.

The road of denial leads to the precipice of destruction.

One leak will sink a ship: and one sin will destroy a sinner.

Doth Jesus Christ stand up to plead for us with God, to plead with him for us against the devil? Let this teach us to stand up to plead for him before men, to plead for him against the enemies of his person and gospel.

Nothing can render affliction so insupportable as the load of sin. Would you then be fitted for afflictions? Be sure to get the burden of your sins laid aside, and then what affliction soever you may meet with will be very easy to you.

One has to be able to count if only so that at fifty one doesn’t marry a girl of twenty.

When I’m an old man, I don’t want to count the years, we forgot to share.

The relationship that counts most in my life is the one I have with myself. I have a great, great, great relationship with myself, and it gets better and better as I get older. The other day, I was talking to Barry in the car and I said, ‘I’m so glad I’m me!’

I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death–what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

Every time I’ve failed, people had me out for the count, but I always come back.

I’ve said that playing the blues is like having to be black twice. Stevie Ray Vaughan missed on both counts, but I never noticed.