After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

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

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

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.

It is impossible to be submissive and religiously patient, if ye stay your thoughts down among the confused rollings and wheels of second causes, as, O, the place! O, the time! O, if this had been, this had not followed! O, the linking of this accident with this time and place! Look up to the master motion and the first wheel.

The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.

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