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

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

Love is the beauty and the strength of all societies and the great pleasure of our lives on earth.

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.