Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.

Every man by nature is a freeman born; by nature no man cometh out of the womb under any civil subjection to king, prince, or judge.

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.