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

Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.

The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.

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.

Consider, it is impossible that your idol sins and you can go to heaven together; and that those who will not part with these do not indeed love Christ at the bottom, but only in word and show, which will not do the business.

Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

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.