I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

Christ's enemies are but breaking their own heads in pieces, upon the Rock laid in Zion; and the stone is not removed out of its place. Faith hath cause to take courage from our very afflictions; the devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints. I know that he but heweth and polisheth stones, all this time, for the new Jerusalem.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

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