After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

Ye have lost a child--nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy

The cross of Christ is the sweetest burden that I ever bore; it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbor.

Through many afflictions we must enter into the kingdom of God ... It is folly to think to steal to heaven with a whole skin.

After every storm, there comes clear open skies.