After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

We never with our eyes saw our own soul; yet we have a soul. We see many rivers, but we know not their first spring and original fountain; yet they have a beginning. ...When ye are come to the other side...set down your foot on the shore of glorious eternity, and look back again to the waters and to your wearisome journey, and shall see, in that clear glass of endless glory, nearer to the bottom of God's wisdom, ye shall then be forced to say, 'If God had done otherwise with me than He hath done, I had never come to the enjoying of this crown of glory.' It is your part now to believe, and suffer, and hope, and wait on...

When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

One reason God created time was so that there would be a place to bury the failures of the past.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.