I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.

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

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.

I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.

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.

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