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.

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

Set no time to the Lord the creator of time, for His time is always best.

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