For to speak the truth, there are but few that care thus to spend their time, but choose rather to be speaking of things to no profit.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.
There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.
A saint abroad, and a devil at home.
To seek yourself in this world is to be lost; and to be humble is to be exalted.
Christ is the desire of nations, the joy of angels, the delight of the Father. What solace then must that soul be filled with, that has the possession of Him to all eternity!