Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."

We fear men so much, because we fear God so little.

Hope fills the afflicted soul with such inward joy and consolation, that it can laugh while tears are in the eye, sigh and sing all in a breath; it is called "the rejoicing of hope" (Hebrews 3:6).

It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons.

In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.

The Christian is bred by the Word, and he must be fed by it.

Nothing is more contrary to a heavenly hope than an earthly heart.

We are justified, not by giving anything to God,--what we do,--but by receiving from God, what Christ hath done for us.

The sins of teachers are the teachers of sin.

God Himself underwrites your battle and has appointed His own Son 'the captain of your salvation'.

To forsake sin, is to leave it without any thought reserved of returning to it again.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act instead of react is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.

To see where something leads, it's best to wait until you've reached the end.

It's just, you can get very complacent if you do the same thing all the time and especially the comedian, it gives me you know different things to react to and respond to, and it stimulates me.

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

It's not elitist to acknowledge that everyone has a unique signature and everyone is different.

I'm in favor of sexual encounters.

How do we get from electrons to elections and from protons to presidents?

The characters Im most emotionally involved with are like friends you leave behind when you move away. You dont see them regularly anymore, but you still love them and keep in touch.

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

Officially there are no fates worse than death. Unofficially, there is a profusion of such fates. For some people, just living with the thought that they will die is a fate worse than death itself.