Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

Christ has no velvet crosses.

It is the Lord's kindness that he will take the scum off us in the fire. Who know how needful winnowing is to us and what dross we have before we enter the kingdom of God? So narrow is the entry to heaven that our knots, lumps of pride, self-love, idol-love, and world-love must be hammered off us, that we may stoop low and creep through into that narrow entry.

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.