Our murmuring is the devil's music.

God will not be behind-hand in love to us: for our drop, we shall receive an ocean.

There is justice in hell, but sin is the most unjust thing. It would rob God of his glory, Christ of his purchase, the soul of its happiness.

God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.

To know that nothing hurts the godly, is a matter of comfort; but to be assured that all things which fall out shall co-operate for their good, that their crosses shall be turned into blessings, that showers of affliction water the withering root of their grace and make it flourish more; this may fill their hearts with joy till they run over.

It is our work to cast care, and it is God's work to take care.

Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting.