Our frail bodies are tottering habitations; every beat of the heart is a rap at the door, to tell us of our danger.
Do you want to know the man against whom you have most reason to guard yourself?—your looking glass will give you a very fair likeness of his face.
When I put my finger on my pulse, it tells me, at the same moment, that I am a living and a dying man.
When the Infidel would persuade you to abandon your Bible, tell him you will do so when he brings you a better book.
A man should always look upwards for comfort; and when the heaven above our heads is dark, the earth under our feet is sure to be darker.
When we start back with unusual surprise at the wickedness of others, may it bot be a proof that we are not sufficiently acquainted with our own hearts?
The friend that lightly flatters thee is an enemy; the enemy that justly reproves thee is a friend.
He who neglects religion prepares for himself a bitter draught, and a meal of wormwood; a nightcap of thorns, and a bed of briers; a life of vexation, and a death of sorrow.
If you want to get a spiritual appetite, walk often in the green pastures and by the still waters of God’s promises to his people.
If the world knew what passes in my heart, what would it think of me? I do know it; what then do I think of myself?