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.

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

Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.

Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy

Christ chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

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

I perceive we postpone all our joys of Christ, till He and we be in our own house above, thinking that there is nothing of it here to be sought or found, but only hope and fair promises; and that Christ will give us nothing here but tears, sadness, crosses; and that we shall never feel the smell of the flowers of that high garden of paradise above, till we come there. Nay, but I find it possible to find young glory, and a young green paradise of joy even here. We dream of hunger in Christ's house, while we are here, although He alloweth feasts to all the bairns within God's household.