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

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

Grace grows best in winter.

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.

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

Well's them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, "Half Mine."

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.