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

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.

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

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

I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.