“The nearer we live to God while we live, the more ready we will be to dwell forever in His presence when we die.”

If you love Christ, never be ashamed to let others see it and know it. Speak for Him. Witness for Him. Live for Him.

Men fall in private long before they fall in public.

Do not glory in your own faith, your own feelings, your own knowledge, or your own diligence. Glory in nothing but Christ.

Let us cleave to Christ more closely, love Him more heartily, live to Him more thoroughly, copy Him more exactly, confess Him more boldly, and follow Him more fully.

Let your Christianity be so unmistakable, your eye so single, your heart so whole, your walk so straightforward, that all who see you may have no doubt whose you are, and whom you serve.

We know but little of true Christianity, if we don’t feel a deep concern about the souls of unconverted people.

Never let us be guilty of sacrificing any portion of truth on the altar of peace.

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces.

Jesus hears us, and in His own good time will give an answer… He may sometimes keep us long waiting…but He will never send us empty away.

God is far more willing to save sinners than sinners are to be saved.

If you do not love Christ, let me tell you plainly what is the reason. You have no sense of debt to him.

It is not hard to deceive ministers, relatives and friends. But it is impossible to deceive Christ.

Let us read our Bibles reverently and diligently, with an honest determination to believe and practice all we find in them.

Happiness does not depend on outward circumstances, but on the state of the heart.

However corrupt our hearts, and however wicked our past lives, there is hope for us in the Gospel.

Let us seek friends that will stir up our prayers, our Bible reading, our use of time, and our salvation.

I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?

I want to scream and cry until my lungs dry out the air that I breathe, maybe my death would be beneficial to them.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Work hard, but make time for your love, family and friends. Nobody remembers PowerPoint presentations on your final day.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine?

Just be a lily, blooming in the dying waste of a choking world.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?