Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting. Affliction was a sting, but withal a wing: sorrow shall soon fly away.
Thomas WatsonWe spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.
Thomas WatsonHe that loves the world, how active is he! He will break his peace and sleep for it. He that loves honour, what hazards will he run! He will swim to the throne in blood.... Love heaven, and you cannot miss it; love breaks through all opposition-it takes heaven by storm.
Thomas Watson