The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us.

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.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.

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

You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.