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

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.

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-

It is the Lord's kindness that he will take the scum off us in the fire. Who know how needful winnowing is to us and what dross we have before we enter the kingdom of God? So narrow is the entry to heaven that our knots, lumps of pride, self-love, idol-love, and world-love must be hammered off us, that we may stoop low and creep through into that narrow entry.

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

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.