By John Bunyan
If it be unlawful to follow Christ for loaves, how much more abominable is it to make of him and religion a stalking-horse to get and enjoy the world!
The blood of Christ remits all guilt.
The good Lord, Whose mercy is unsearchable, forgive me my transgressions!
My soul is dying, my soul is damning. Were my soul but in a good condition, and were I but sure of it, ah! how rich should I esteem myself, though blessed but with bread and water!
What shall I do to be saved?
His name has been to me as a civet-box; yea, sweeter than all perfumes.
This fire is the work of grace that is wrought in the heart; he that casts water upon it, to extinguish and put it out, is the devil.
In former times men have met with angels here, have found pearls here, and have in this place found the words of life.
You come in by yourselves without his direction, and shall go out by yourselves without his mercy.
It is my duty to mistrust my own ability, that I may have reliance on Him who is stronger than all.
My honored and well-beloved brother Faithful, I am glad that I have overtaken you, and that God has so tempered our spirits that we can walk as companions in this so pleasant a path.
There is in Jesus Christ more merit and righteousness than the whole world has need of.
It is profitable for Christians to be often calling to mind the very beginnings of grace with their souls.
Then was Christian glad and lightsome, and said with a merry heart, He hath given me rest by his sorrow, and life by his death. Then he stood still a while, to look and wonder; for it was very surprising to him that the sight of the cross should thus ease him of his burden.
Life! life! eternal life!
I fought till my sword did cleave to my hand; and then they were joined together as if a sword grew out of my arm.
He that is down, needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride.
I love Him because I was by Him eased of my burden; and I am weary of my inward sickness.
Sin and corruption, I said, would as naturally bubble out of my heart, as water would bubble out of a fountain.
Then did Christian draw, for he saw it was time to bestir him; and Apollyon as fast made at him, throwing darts as thick as hail; by the which, notwithstanding all that Christian could do to avoid it, Apollyon wounded him in his head, his hand, and foot.
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