Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.
Grace grows best in winter.
I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.
Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.
The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.
Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.