After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

The weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.

You shall by faith sustain yourself and comfort yourself in your Lord, and be strong in His power; for you are in the beaten and common way to heaven, when you are under our Lord's crosses. You have reason to rejoice in it, more than in a crown of gold; and rejoice and be glad to bear the reproaches of Christ.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.