Your heart is not the compass that God steers by.

Grace grows best in winter.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.

Oh thrice fools are we who like new-born princes weeping in the cradle know not that there is a kingdom before them then let our Lord's sweet hand square us and hammer us and strike off the knots of pride self-love and world-worship and infidelity that He may make us stones and pillars in His Father's house.