Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

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.

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.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

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.

Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.