After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

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

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

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.

My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.

There is as much in our Lord's pantry as will satisfy all his children and as much wine in his cellar as will quench all their thirst. Hunger on, for there is meat in hungering for Christ; go never from him, but seek him who is yet pleased with the importunity of hungry souls until he fills you; if he delays, yet do not go away, even if you faint at his feet.