When we shall come home, and enter into the possession of our Brother's fair kingdom, and when our heads shall find the weight of the eternal crown of glory, then we shall look back to pains and sufferings and then we will see life and sorrow to be less than one step or stride from a prison to glory. Our little inch of time-suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome-home to heaven.

My Lord Jesus has fully recompensed my sadness with his joys, my losses with his own presence. I find it a sweet and rich thing to exchange my sorrows with Christ's joys, my afflictions with that sweet peace I have with himself.

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

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

Set not your heart upon the world, since God hath not made it your portion.

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.