The highest honor that God can confer upon his children is the blood-red crown of martyrdom. The jewels of a Christian are his afflictions. The regalia of the kings that God has made, are their troubles, their sorrows, and their griefs. Griefs exalt us, and troubles lift us.

Praise is the rehearsal of our eternal song. By grace we learn to sing, and in glory we continue to sing. What will some of you do when you get to heaven, if you go on grumbling all the way? Do not hope to get to heaven in that style. But now begin to bless the name of the Lord.

The goose that lays the golden eggs likes to lay where there are eggs already.

Be Godlike then; and in all ways and by all means so live that all may say of you, 'He has been with Jesus'.

If it were Christ's intention to save all men, how deplorably He has been disappointed!

Now' is the watchword of the wise.

The best style of prayer is that which cannot be called anything else but a cry.