I Live No More, But Christ Liveth

Heaven Is A House Full Of Miracles; Yea, Of Spectacles And Images Of Free Grace.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

Those Who Can Take That Crabbed Tree Handsomely Upon Their Back, And Fasten It On Cannily, Shall Find It Such A Burden As Wings Unto A Bird, Or Sails To A Ship.

The Hope Of Heaven Under Troubles Is Like Wind And Sails To The Soul.

Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome Home To Heaven.