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

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

You shall by faith sustain yourself and comfort yourself in your Lord, and be strong in His power; for you are in the beaten and common way to heaven, when you are under our Lord's crosses. You have reason to rejoice in it, more than in a crown of gold; and rejoice and be glad to bear the reproaches of Christ.

I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.