C.H. Spurgeon Quotes

How well should those live who are to live so little! TD39:5 Here is the history of the grass—sown, grown, blown, mown, gone; and the history of man is not much more. TD90:6 Remember you are a part of a great procession which is always moving by; others come and go before your own eyes, you see them, and they disappear, and you yourself are moving onward to another and more real world. 1175.301 Some men number their cattle, number their acres, number their pounds, but do not number their days, or, if they do, they fail to draw the inference from them which both reason and grace suggest—that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. 1179.349 Who among us can reckon upon a single hour? We talk of being living men: let us correct ourselves, and feel from this moment that we are dying men, whose every breath brings them nearer to the grave. We are and are not; we walk in a vain show, and are disquieted in vain. 1258.565 Our crowded cemeteries supply ten thousand arguments why each one of us may expect to die in due time. 1719.257 Yes, we admit that we shall die, but not so soon as to make it a pressing matter; we imagine that we are not within measurable distance of the tomb. Even the oldest man gives himself a little longer lease, and when he has passed his four-score years we have seen him hugging life with as much tenacity as if he had just commenced it. Brethren, in this we are not wise; but death will not spare us because we avoid him. 1773.182 St. Augustine used to say he did not know whether to call it a dying life or a living death, and I leave you the choice between those two expressions. This is certainly a dying life; its march is marked by graves. Nothing but a continuous miracle keeps any one of us from the sepulchre. Were omnipotence to stay its power but for a moment, earth would return to earth, and ashes to ashes. It is a dying life: and equally true is it that it is a living death. We are always dying. Every beating pulse we tell leaves but the number less: the more years we count in our life, the fewer remain in which we shall behold the light of day. 1773.185 We are all moving, and yet we do not perceive it; even so while you are listening to this sermon you are all being borne onward towards eternity at lightning speed. 1773.186 Yesterday I was born: to-day I live: to-morrow I must die. 1870.627 There are some of us who believe that there is a spot on this earth where our mortal remains are to lie, and it is possible that the tree, of which the planks will form our coffin, has already been cut down. 2951.424 Do not think that you are stable, fixed in one position; fancy not that you are standing still; you are not. Your pulses each moment beat the funeral marches to the tomb. You are chained to the chariot of moving time; there is no bridling the steeds, or leaping from the chariot; you must be constantly in motion. 3126.15 You are nearer home than you thought you were, and every moment you are getting nearer still. 3355.251