Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

Our spiritual manhood in heaven will discard many things which we now count precious, as a full-grown man discards the treasures of his childhood.

God's thoughts of you are many, let not yours be few in return.

If Christ were only a cistern we might soon exhaust his fullness but who can drain a fountain?

Affliction hardens those whom it does not soften.

There is no physician like Him, none can save as He can; we love Him, and He loves us, and therefore we put ourselves into His hands.

May every one of us believe Him better, and have greater thoughts of Him, and never let us be guilty henceforth of confining, as it were, within iron bonds the limitless One of Israel.