I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.

The cross of Christ is the sweetest burden that I ever bore; it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbor.

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

When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.

Set no time to the Lord the creator of time, for His time is always best.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

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.