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.