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

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

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

Every man by nature is a freeman born; by nature no man cometh out of the womb under any civil subjection to king, prince, or judge.

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

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to me, for Thou are all the heaven I want.