I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!
After every storm, there comes clear open skies.
Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.
You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.
Consider, it is impossible that your idol sins and you can go to heaven together; and that those who will not part with these do not indeed love Christ at the bottom, but only in word and show, which will not do the business.
My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.