Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.

Christ has no velvet crosses.

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.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.

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