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.

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.

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.

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.

I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.

I have done almost every human activity inside a taxi which does not require main drainage.

You're encouraged to do the same kind of movies. But I would like to keep doing different things.

A poem needs imaginative rhythms as well as imaginative transformation of content.

Tortured for the Republic.

As far as me knowing if Frank was a genius - in those days, I thought Einstein was the only genius around.

Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; the sweetest freedom is an honest heart.

The fact that fashion goes out of fashion and then comes back into fashion based solely on what a few people somewhere think they can sell, well to me, that’s insanity.

A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.

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