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

It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.

I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.

Grace grows best in winter.

When we shall come home, and enter into the possession of our Brother's fair kingdom, and when our heads shall find the weight of the eternal crown of glory, then we shall look back to pains and sufferings and then we will see life and sorrow to be less than one step or stride from a prison to glory. Our little inch of time-suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome-home to heaven.

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

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