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.

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.

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.

I assure you by the Lord, your adversaries shall get no advantage against you, except you sin, and offend your Lord, in your sufferings.

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

Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.