His cross is the sweetest burden that ever I bare: it is such a burden as wings are to a bird, or sails to a ship, to carry me forward to my harbour.

It were a well-spent journey, to creep hands and feet, through seven deaths and seven hells, to enjoy Him up at the well-head. Only let us not weary: the miles to that land are fewer and shorter than when we first believed; strangers are not wise to quarrel with their host, and complain of their lodging; it is a foul way, but a fair home.

I never thought there had been need of so much wrestling to win to the top of that steep mountain as now I find.

I see grace growth best in winter.

The thorn is one of the most cursed and angry and crabbed weeds that the earth yields, and yet out of it springs the rose, one of the sweetest smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye.

T]hose who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.

Perseverance is a choice. It's not a simple, one-time choice, it's a daily one. There's never a final decision.

We can learn from him that suffering and the gift of himself is an essential gift we need in our time.

Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.

They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?

Suffering times are a Christian's harvest time.

The people got daily worse from the cold and the bad water, and they must all have perished if they had not discovered the port about the time they did.