Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows

My Desire Is That My Lord Would Give Me Broader And Deeper Thoughts, To Feed Myself With Wondering At His Love.

Grace Grows Best In Winter.

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

When I Look To My Guiltiness, I See That My Salvation Is One Of Our Saviour's Greatest Miracles, Either In Heaven Or Earth.

Desires Going Before Conversion Are Not Such As Can Calm A Storming Conscience.