Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

Ye have lost a child--nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

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.

But the way to overcome is by patience, forgiving and praying for your enemies, in doing whereof you heap coals upon their heads, and your Lord shall open a door to you in your trouble: wait upon Him, as the night watch waiteth for the morning. He will not tarry. Go up to your watch-tower, and come not down, but by prayer, and faith, and hope, wait on.

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-