Could not but think, as I have often remarked to others, that much more of true religion consists in deep humility, brokenness of heart, and an abasing sense of barrenness and want of grace and holiness than most who are called Christians imagine.

The Lord help me to press after God forever.

Oh! how amazing it is that people can talk so much about men’s power and goodness, when if God did not hold us back every moment, we should be devils incarnate!

My soul often mourned of more time and opportunity to be alone with God.

Oh, if ever I get to heaven, it will be because God will, and nothing else; for I never did any thing of myself, but get away from God!

I hoped that my weary pilgrimage in the world would be short; and that it would not be long before I should be brought to my heavenly home and Father’s house.

I love to live alone in my own little cottage, where I can spend much time in prayer, etc.

Worldly pleasures, such as flow from greatness, riches, honours, and sensual gratifications, are infinitely worse than none.

I cared not where or how I lived, or what hardships I went through, so I could but gain souls to Christ.

Oh, how precious is time! And how guilty it makes me feel when I think I have trifled away and misimproved it, or neglected to fill up each part of it with duty to the utmost of my ability and capacity.