Christ and His cross are not separable in this life, howbeit Christ and His cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven. One tear, one sigh, one sad heart, one fear, one loss, one thought of trouble cannot find lodging there.

Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.

Well's them who are under crosses, and Christ says to them, "Half Mine."

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

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

The cross of Christ is the sweetest burden that I ever bore; it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbor.