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

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

I know you are in grief and heaviness; and if it were not so, you might be afraid, because then your way would not be so like the way that our Lord saith leadeth to the New Jerusalem. Sure I am, if you knew what were before you, or if you saw some glances of it, you would, with gladness, swim through the present floods of sorrow, spreading forth your arms out of desire to be at land.

Christ has no velvet crosses.

Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.

Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.