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

Christ's enemies are but breaking their own heads in pieces, upon the Rock laid in Zion; and the stone is not removed out of its place. Faith hath cause to take courage from our very afflictions; the devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints. I know that he but heweth and polisheth stones, all this time, for the new Jerusalem.

Christ has no velvet crosses.

Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.

Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

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