The world rings changes, it is never constant but in its disappointments. The world is but a great inn, where we are to stay a night or two, and be gone; what madness is it so to set our heart upon our inn, as to forget our home?
A weak faith can lay hold on a strong Christ.
God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.
Christ went more willingly to the cross than we do to the throne of grace.
Those prayers God likes best which come seething hot from the heart.
God will not be behind-hand in love to us: for our drop, we shall receive an ocean.