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

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

Desires going before conversion are not such as can calm a storming conscience.

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

Christ's enemies are but breaking their own heads in pieces, upon the Rock laid in Zion; and the stone is not removed out of its place. Faith hath cause to take courage from our very afflictions; the devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints. I know that he but heweth and polisheth stones, all this time, for the new Jerusalem.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

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.