After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.

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

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

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

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