The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.

But the way to overcome is by patience, forgiving and praying for your enemies, in doing whereof you heap coals upon their heads, and your Lord shall open a door to you in your trouble: wait upon Him, as the night watch waiteth for the morning. He will not tarry. Go up to your watch-tower, and come not down, but by prayer, and faith, and hope, wait on.

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven.

We are as near to heaven as we are far from self, and far from the love of a sinful world.

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

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.

Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.