The Christian is bred by the Word, and he must be fed by it.
Christ hath told us He will come, but not when, that we might never put off our clothes, or put out the candle.
God's wounds cure, sin's kisses kill.
We fear men so much, because we fear God so little.
Christ bears with the saints' imperfections; well may the saints one with another.
The Christian, like a chalice without a base, cannot stand on his own nor hold what he has received any longer that God holds him in His strong hands.