Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

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.

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.

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.

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

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

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.