After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-

I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

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

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.