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

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

Ye have lost a child--nay, she is not lost to you, who is found to Christ; she is not sent away, but only sent before; like unto a star, which going out of our sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere.

I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.