I have been a man of great sins, but He has been a God of great mercies; and now, through His mercies, I have a conscience as sound and quiet as if I had never sinned.

This is the most joyful day that ever I saw in my pilgrimage on earth.

And now, this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.

I wish there were more true conversion, and then there would not be so much backsliding, and, for fear of suffering, living at ease, when there are so few to contend for Christ and His cause.

Farewell all relations and friends in Christ; farewell acquaintances and all earthly enjoyments; farewell reading and preaching, praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and sufferings.

Go on, then, and let your intent be seriousness.

Farewell, dearest friend, never to see one another any more till at the right hand of Christ.

But go on, valiant champion; you die not as a fool, though the apostate, unfaithful, and lukewarm ministers and professors of this generation think and say so.

It is near thirty years since He made it sure; and since that time, though there has fallen out much sin, yet I was never out of an assurance of mine interest, nor long out of sight of His presence.

Fear not; and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom, which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar, that you find not the rub of death.

And for yourself, whatever there has been either of sin or duty, remember the one and forget the other, and betake yourself wholly to the mercy of God and the merit of Christ.

Addiction is the dominant form of a culture that suffers from a superficial spectacle and celebrity-connectivity at its center. It's a form of spiritual emptiness.

You have to be like a clock spring, wound but not loose at the same time.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Nirvikalpa samadhi is another matter. In order to enter into nirvikalpa samadhi, you must have a great deal of humility.

Analyse data just so far as to obtain simplicity and no further.

The time will come when winter will ask what you were doing all summer.

When you look at the homosexual agenda, I cannot support something that I believe brings nothing but self-destruction, not only physically but of their soul.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.

Nonviolence in the sense of mere non-killing does not appear to me, therefore, to be of any improvement on the technique of violence.

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.