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.

I think it is possible on earth to build a young, new Jerusalem, a little, new heaven of this surpassing love. God, either send me more of this love, or take me quickly over the water, where I may be filled with his love.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

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