No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

I exhort you and beseech you in the bowels of Christ, faint not, weary not. There is a great necessity of heaven; ye must needs have it: all other things, as houses, lands, children, husband, friends, country, credit, health, wealth, honour, may be wanted ; but heaven is your one thing necessary, the good part that shall not be taken from you. See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy; for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory; many are lying dead by the way, that were slain with security.

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

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet.

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.

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.

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.