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

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

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.

You will not get to steal quietly into heaven, into Christ's company, without a conflict and a cross. I find crosses to be Christ's carved work that he marks out for us and that with crosses he portraits us to his own image, cutting away pieces of our ill and corruption. Lord cut - Lord carve - Lord wound - Lord do anything that may perfect thy Father's image in us and make us ready for glory.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

Keep God's covenant in your trials; hold you by His blessed word, and sin not; flee anger, wrath, grudging, envying, fretting; forgive a hundred pence to your fellow-servant, because your Lord hath forgiven you ten thousand talents: for, I assure you by the Lord, your adversaries shall get no advantage against you, except you sin, and offend your Lord, in your sufferings.

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