He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death.
The truths that I know best I have learned on my knees. I never know a thing well, till it is burned into my heart by prayer.
Prayer is an ordinance of God, that must continue with a soul so long as it is on this side glory.
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower
I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.
In times of affliction we commonly meet with the sweetest experiences of the love of God.