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

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.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And 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.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.