After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

Howbeit your faith seeth but the black side of providence, yet it hath a better side, and God shall let you see it. ... “For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,” ergo, shipwreck, losses, &c., work together for the good of them that love God: hence I infer, that losses, disappointments, ill tongues, loss of friends, houses, or country, are God's workmen, set on work to work out good to you, out of everything that befalleth you.

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows but the sea.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

Well's them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, "Half Mine."

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.