Then said he, ’I am going to my Father’s; and though with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought His battles who now will be my rewarder.’.... So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

I found it hard work now to pray to God, because despair was swallowing me up

I saw a man clothed with rags . . . a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

The reason why the Christians in this day are at such a loss as to some things is that they are contented with what comes from man's mouth, without searching and kneeling before God to know of Him the truth of things.

As your faith is, such your hope will be. Hope is never ill when faith is well, nor strong if faith be weak.

To seek yourself in this world is to be lost; and to be humble is to be exalted.

Hope is never ill when faith is well.