Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.

Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.

My Lord Jesus has fully recompensed my sadness with his joys, my losses with his own presence. I find it a sweet and rich thing to exchange my sorrows with Christ's joys, my afflictions with that sweet peace I have with himself.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

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