When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.

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

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

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

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

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.

Many are friends to the success of reformation, not to reformation.