Prayer is the soul's breathing itself into the bosom of its heavenly Father.
Those prayers God likes best which come seething hot from the heart.
Affliction has a sting, out withal a wing: sorrow shall fly away.
If a wicked man seems to have peace at death, it is not from the knowledge of his happiness, but from the ignorance of his danger.
The more we enjoy of God, the more we are ravished with delight.
The right manner of growth is to grow less in one's own eyes.