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

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

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.

Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Many are friends to the success of reformation, not to reformation.

Desires going before conversion are not such as can calm a storming conscience.