If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.

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

Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.