Well's them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, "Half Mine."

The cross of Christ is the sweetest burden that I ever bore; it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbor.

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.

Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.

Through many afflictions we must enter into the kingdom of God ... It is folly to think to steal to heaven with a whole skin.