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.

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

When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.

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

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

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.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.