Life everlasting in a state of happiness is the greatest desire of all men.

When men talk of a little hell it's because they think they have only a little sin and believe in a little Savior.

If a man gets drunk and goes out and breaks his leg so that it must be amputated, God will forgive him if he asks it, but he will have to hop around on one leg all his life.

For the gifts of Nature belong to good and evil alike; but the proper gift of the elect is grace—that is, love— and they who bear the mark thereof are held worthy of everlasting life.

Sin is the strength of death and the death of strength.

Sin is a spiritual illness; thus sinners are in need of salvation.

To sin is to fall short of a perfect action; hence to be able to sin is to be able to fall short in action, which is repugnant to omnipotence.

If God is love and humans are free, then there must be a hell. Not only would it be a contradiction for God to force people to love him, but it would also be hell for them to be forced to love the One they hate.

Love must be free: it is a free choice. So in spite of God's desire, some men do not choose to love him. All who go to hell do so because of their free choice. They may not want to go to hell, but they do will it.

Every town-gate and village taxing-house had its band of citizen-patriots, with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers, cross-questioned them, inspected their papers, looked for their names in lists of their own, turned them back, or sent them on, or stopped them and laid them in hold, as their capricious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and Indivisible, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death.

Death has no right to leave him standing, and to mow me down!

So reach out and receive the gift.