Being a writer in a library is rather like being a eunuch in a harem.

If you hope for happiness in the world, hope for it from God, and not from the world.

We are a long time in learning that all our strength and salvation is in God.

The all-seeing eye of God beheld our deplorable state; infinite pity touched the heart of the Father of mercies; and infinite wisdom laid the plan of our recovery.

First, Resolve upon, and daily endeavour to practise, a life of seriousness and strict sobriety.

Ardent love or desire introduced, as passionately longing to please and glorify the Divine Being, to be in every respect conformed to him, and in that way to enjoy him.

When you cease from labour, fill up your time in reading, meditation, and prayer: and while your hands are labouring, let your heart be employed, as much as possible, in divine thoughts.

I fear God never showed mercy to one so vile as I.

Again, Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.

Further, Take heed that you faithfully perform the business you have to do in the world, from a regard to the commands of God; and not from an ambitious desire of being esteemed better than others.

Once more, Never think that you can live to God by your own power or strength; but always look to and rely on him for assistance, yea, for all strength and grace.

I bless God for this retirement: I never was more thankful for any thing than I have been of late for the necessity I am under of self-denial in many respects.

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

We should always look upon ourselves as God's servants, placed in God's world, to do his work; and accordingly labour faithfully for him; not with a design to grow rich and great, but to glorify God, and do all the good we possibly can.

I am an old sinner; and if God had designed mercy for me, he would have called me home to himself before now.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I board with a poor Scotchman: his wife can talk scarce any English.

I have a secret thought from some things I have observed, that God may perhaps design you for some singular service in the world.

I have withstood the power of convictions a long time; and therefore I fear I shall be finally left of God.

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.