Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion.

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.

Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.

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

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

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.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.