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

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

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

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.

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.

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

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.