O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to me, for Thou are all the heaven I want.

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

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

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

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.

Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.

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