Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

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.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.