The weightiest end of the cross of Christ that is laid upon you, lieth upon your strong Savior.

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.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

If so be that freewill were our tutor, and we had our heaven in our own keeping, then we would lose all. But because we have Christ for our tutor, and He has our heaven in His hand, therefore the covenant it must be perpetual.

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.

Consider, it is impossible that your idol sins and you can go to heaven together; and that those who will not part with these do not indeed love Christ at the bottom, but only in word and show, which will not do the business.

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.