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

When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.

I perceive we postpone all our joys of Christ, till He and we be in our own house above, thinking that there is nothing of it here to be sought or found, but only hope and fair promises; and that Christ will give us nothing here but tears, sadness, crosses; and that we shall never feel the smell of the flowers of that high garden of paradise above, till we come there. Nay, but I find it possible to find young glory, and a young green paradise of joy even here. We dream of hunger in Christ's house, while we are here, although He alloweth feasts to all the bairns within God's household.

My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.

To believe Christ's cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith

Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.