Spurgeon challenges us to go to the river of our experience, to pull up bulrushes, and to place them in the Ark of our memory, experiencing again the wonder that allowed our infant faith to flourish.

Nothing teaches us about the preciousness of the Creator as much as when we learn the emptiness of everything else.

Jesus does not suffer so as to exclude your suffering. He bears a cross, not that you may escape it, but that you may endure it.

Even your little sorrows you may roll upon God, for He counteth the hairs of your head.

Jesus is in the tempest. His love wraps the night about itself as a mantle, but to the eye of faith the sable robe is scarce a disguise.

Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it.

Faith is the angelic messenger between the soul and the Lord Jesus in glory.

If it pleases Him to bid our patience exercise itself, shall He not do as He wills with His own!

Worldlings pray to the Lord in times of need, when it serves their turn. They cry to Him in trouble, but forsake Him in prosperity.

Meditation puts the telescope to the eye, and enables us to see Jesus after a better sort than we could have seen Him if we had lived in the days of His flesh.

The suppliant, whose fears prevent his words, will be well understood by the Most High.

Human looks sure on face, while the earth lost in space.

Desperation is not an evidence of hard work, it's a sign of lack of faith

I saw for the first time that I could stop giving people the power to make me feel disrespected. In my anger I began to see the absurdity of allowing this boy to shame me.

Time cools time clarifies no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

In critical moments even the very powerful have need of the weakest.

It is a blessing for a man to have a hand in determining his own fate.

Misery, mutilation, destruction, terror, starvation and death characterize the process of war and form a principal part of the product.

It is often the case with finer natures, that when the fire of the spirit dies out with increasing age, the power of the intellect is unaltered or increased.

I wondered why people consider escapism so bad, even the escapism on display right then. At first it might appear unseemly, but in the end its lack of pretension gives it its own sort of beauty.

Don't be misled by History, or any other unreliable source.