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

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

I find it most true that the greatest temptation outside of hell is to live without temptations; if water stands, it rots; faith is the better for the sharp winter storm in its face and grace withers without adversity. The devil is but God's master fencer to teach us to handle our weapons.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

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.

Millions of hells of sinners cannot come near to exhaust infinite grace.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.