Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."

Thou hast no life to lose, because thou hast given it already to Christ, nor can man take away that without God's leave.

Job's friends chose the right time to visit him, but took not the right course of improving their visit; had they spent the time in praying for him which they did in hot disputes with him, they would have profited him, and pleased God more.

Can Christ be in thou heart and thou not know it? Can one king be dethroned and another crowned in thy soul and thou hear no scuffle?

When people do not mind what God speaks to them in His word, God doth as little mind what they say to Him in prayer.

Prayer is nothing but the promise reversed, or God's Word formed into an argument, and retorted by faith upon God again.

Humble souls are fearful of their own strength.