“Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.”

The difference between true and false repentance lies in this: the man who truly repents cries out against his heart; but the other, as Eve, against the serpent, or something else.

The more he cast away, the more he had.

To run and work the law commands, but gives us neither feet nor hands. But better news the gospel brings, it bids us fly and gives us wings.

In times of affliction we commonly meet with the sweetest experiences of the love of God.

The man who does not know the nature of the Law, cannot know the nature of sin.

Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole.

An idle man’s brain is the devil’s workshop.

There can be but one will the master in our salvation, but that shall never be the will of man, but of God; therefore man must be saved by grace.

A saint abroad, and a devil at home.

Christ is the desire of nations, the joy of angels, the delight of the Father. What solace then must that soul be filled with, that has the possession of Him to all eternity!

What God says is best, is best, though all the men in the world are against it.

If people really see that Christ has removed the fear of punishment from them by taking it into Himself, they won’t do whatever they want, they’ll do whatever He wants.

It could be a sign of pride in your life if a word of reproof or admonition is not able to be received with the same grace, whether it be given by the poorest of saints or the most educated person.

He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.

The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, and they that lack the beginning have neither middle nor end.

To pray rightly, you must make God your hope, stay, and all. Right prayer sees nothing substantial or worth being concerned about except God.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

So long as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain.

Change in all things is sweet.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.