Birds sing on a bare bough; O, believer, canst not thou?
Not that our salvation should be the effect of our work, but our work should be the evidence of our salvation.
There is no fatigue so wearisome as that which comes from lack of work.
None of us can come to the highest maturity without enduring the summer heat of trials.
Death is no punishment to the believer: it is the gate of endless joy.
Lost! Lost! Lost! Better a whole world on fire than a soul lost! Better every star quenched and the skies a wreck than a single soul to be lost!