Christ's riches are unsearchable, and this doctrine of the gospel is the field this treasure is hidden in.

Judas heard all Christ's sermons.

Heaven would be hell to me without Christ.

If I were to go to heaven, and find that Christ was not there, I would leave immediately; for heaven without Christ would be hell to me.

Those blessings are sweetest that are won with prayers and won with thanks.

Oh despise not election! therein lies all your hope, that there is a remnant who shall infallibly be saved.

In Christ are treasures that will require digging to the end of the world.

What is the cause of all God's purposes towards us? Himself. There is no other cause.

Glory in nothing, but only in this, that you are in Christ. For God chose you in him; the being you had was in him before the world was.

The children of believing parents, at least their next and immediate seed, even of us Gentiles now under the gospel, are included by God within the covenant of grace.

Being in Christ, and united to Him, is the fundamental constitution of a Christian.

The real friends are out there on you won, on your lost and on your special days. If they aren't there, take it like they aren't your friends, find other friends. This are fake!

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

I'm all alone, fuming at myself, waving a great flagof failure.

Is that gallantry I smell, or just stupidity? The two scents are much alike, as I recall.

Stupidity of proving yourself when not required is itself a proof of stupidity.

It is the bold man who every time does best at home or abroad.

My main influences are pop and folk music - Bob Lind, Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, the Motown collection, The Zombies, Elliott Smith, and a ton of 70's AM radio hits. I love powerpop too.

What I want for children in our country and around the world is safe, stable and loving homes.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!