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

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

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.

After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.

There is as much in our Lord's pantry as will satisfy all his children and as much wine in his cellar as will quench all their thirst. Hunger on, for there is meat in hungering for Christ; go never from him, but seek him who is yet pleased with the importunity of hungry souls until he fills you; if he delays, yet do not go away, even if you faint at his feet.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.