Call it no more free-will, but slavish lust; free to evil, but free from good, till regenerating grace loosens the bands of wickedness.

Faith is the soul going out of itself for all its wants.

The law discovers the disease, and the gospel the physician.

Free grace will fix those whom free will shook down into a gulf of misery.

Good education is not regeneration. Education may chain up men's lusts, but cannot change their hearts.

Affliction doth not rise out of the dust or come to men by chance; but it is the Lord that sends it, and we should own and reverence His hand in it.

If a man be new-born, he will desire the sincere milk of the word.

Saving faith is the faith of God's elect; the special gift of God to them, wrought in them by his Spirit.

No work nor deed of ours whatsoever, no not faith itself, can be the condition of the covenant of grace properly so called; but only Christ's fulfilling all righteousness.

The natural man cannot but resist the Lord's offering to help him; yet that resistance is infallibly overcome in the elect, by converting grace.

The gospel casts out a rope to hale sinners to land; but the sinner has no hands to lay hold on it; his very faith must be wrought in him by the Spirit.

Ten men shouting will control ten thousand who choose to remain silent.

The genius of a good leader is to leave behind him a situation which common sense, without the grace of genius, can deal with successfully.

I started my career without fans.

Every landscape is, as it were, a state of the soul, and whoever penetrates into both is astonished to find how much likeness there is in each detail.

I believe in community policing.

Giant group events are distorting organisms: You can like and hate them in rapid succession.

I think if you stand me up next to Rob Lowe, it's like we represent two different species.

People are happiest when they are giving, they are saddest when they are just taking. And that is the core message of community.

The lions sing and the hills take flight. The moon by day, and the sun by night. Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool. Let the Lord of Chaos rule.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.