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

Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.

You will not get to steal quietly into heaven, into Christ's company, without a conflict and a cross. I find crosses to be Christ's carved work that he marks out for us and that with crosses he portraits us to his own image, cutting away pieces of our ill and corruption. Lord cut - Lord carve - Lord wound - Lord do anything that may perfect thy Father's image in us and make us ready for glory.

My dear brother, let God make of you what He will, He will end all with consolation, and shall make glory out of your suffering.

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

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

Let us be faithful and care for our own part, which is to do and suffer for Him, and lay Christ's part on Himself, and leave it there; duties are ours, events are the Lord's.