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.

I assure you by the Lord, your adversaries shall get no advantage against you, except you sin, and offend your Lord, in your sufferings.

We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.

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

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with his own hand, planted me here, where by his grace, in this part of his vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me.

Live on Christ's love while ye are here, and all the way.