I cannot tell you how much I owe to the solemn word of my good mother.

It is the surest proof of man's natural enmity against God that he dares to impute falsehood to one who is truth itself.

Be thankful for the thorns and thistles, which keep you from being in love with this world, and becoming an idolater.

Affliction hardens those whom it does not soften.

If Christ has died for me, ungodly as I am, without strength as I am, then I cannot live in sin any longer. I must arouse myself to love and serve Him who has redeemed me. I cannot trifle with the evil that killed my best Friend. I must be holy for His sake. How can I live in sin when He has died to save me from it?

The tears of affliction are often needed to keep the eye of faith bright.

We know so little about the future that to worry about it would be the height of foolishness.