It is our work to cast care, and it is God's work to take care.

Eternity to the godly is a day that has no sunset; eternity to the wicked is a night that has no sunrise.

It was wonderful love that Christ should rather die for us than for the angels that fell. They were creatures of a more noble extract, and in all probability might have brought greater revenues of glory to God; yet that Christ should pass by those golden vessels, and make us clods of earth into stars of glory -- Oh, the hyperbole of Christ's love!