Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

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

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop.

I know you are in grief and heaviness; and if it were not so, you might be afraid, because then your way would not be so like the way that our Lord saith leadeth to the New Jerusalem. Sure I am, if you knew what were before you, or if you saw some glances of it, you would, with gladness, swim through the present floods of sorrow, spreading forth your arms out of desire to be at land.

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

The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-