Prayer is a shield to the soul.
Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
You have chosen the roughest road, but it leads straight to the hilltops.
I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.
Afflictions make the heart more deep, more experimental, more knowing and profound, and so, more able to hold, to contain, and beat more.
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, and they that lack the beginning have neither middle nor end.
He who bestows his goods upon the poor shall have as much again, and ten times more.
The spirit of prayer is more precious than treasures of gold and silver.
To pray rightly, you must make God your hope, stay, and all. Right prayer sees nothing substantial or worth being concerned about except God.
The law, instead of cleansing the heart from sin, doth revive it, put strength into, and increase it in the soul, even as it doth discover and forbid it, for it doth not give power to subdue.
I seek a place that can never be destroyed, one that is pure, and that fadeth not away, and it is laid up in heaven, and safe there, to be given, at the time appointed, to them that seek it with all their heart. Read it so, if you will, in my book.
Thou art beaten that thou mayest be better.
Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring none.
He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death.
The same yesterday, today, and forever.
Riches and power, what is there more in the world? For money answereth all things-that is, all but soul concerns. It can neither be a price for souls while here, nor can that, with all the forces of strength, recover one out of hell fire.
Therefore, I bind these lies and slanderous accusations to my person as an ornament; it belongs to my Christian profession to be vilified, slandered, reproached and reviled, and since all this is nothing but that, as God and my conscience testify, I rejoice in being reproached for Christ’s sake.
I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up.
A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.
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.