In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

When the race is ended, and the play is either won or lost, and ye are in the utmost circle and border of time, and shall put your foot within the march of eternity, all the good things of your short nightdream shall seem to you like ashes of a blaze of thorns or straw.

Through many afflictions we must enter into the kingdom of God ... It is folly to think to steal to heaven with a whole skin.

I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's fingers, and that He casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce withts of heaven and of the spirit of glory in our cup.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.

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