Joining a company is an act that calls for absolute loyalty in big matters and little ones.

Affliction has a sting, out withal a wing: sorrow shall fly away.

Prayer is the soul's breathing itself into the bosom of its heavenly Father.

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

The pleasure of sin is soon gone, but the sting remains.

There is more evil in a drop of sin than in a sea of affliction.

Make up your spiritual accounts daily; see how matters stand between God and your souls (Psalm 77:6). Often reckonings keep God and conscience friends. Do with your hearts as you do with your watches, wind them up every morning by prayer, and at night examine whether your hearts have gone true all that day, whether the wheels of your affections have moved swiftly toward heaven.