Grace grows best in winter.

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

Ye have lost a child--nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

I seldom made an errand to God for another but I got something for myself.

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

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

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.