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

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

Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.

My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.