When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
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.
Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.
We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.