“Men, even the elect, have too many infirmities to come to Christ without help from heaven; inviting will not do.”

He that forgets his friend is ungrateful to him; but he that forgets his Saviour is unmerciful to himself.

His love is what makes us live, love, sing, and praise forever.

I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up.

I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.

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.

Our democracy is as strong as our willingness to fight for it.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

Anxiety is so comfortable that people are more willing to live with it rather than willing to heal from it.

Surround yourself which people who are willing to take you to the next level.

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.