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

Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.

It is comfort to the believer that all things are possible.

O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion.

Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.

My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.