Set no time to the Lord the creator of time, for His time is always best.

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

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.

Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.