Afflictions have the same use and end to our souls, that frosty weather hath upon those clothes that are laid and bleaching, they alter the hue and make them white.
John FlavelFor the infinite glorious Creator of all things, to become a creature, is a mystery exceeding all human understanding.
John FlavelThe soul of man, like the bird in the shell, is still growing or ripening in sin or grace, till at last the shell breaks by death, and the soul flies away to the piece it is prepared for, and where it must abide forever.
John Flavel