I've an idea that when he (my father) gets to heaven, he won't just sit on a cloud and wait for the woman he's loved and the children she bore. He'll be busy there, too, repairing the stairs, oiling the gates, improving the streets, smoothing the way.

A fault confessed is half redressed.

He looked beyond my fault and saw my need.

It is defective oysters that produce the pearls.

Fear is unbelief parading in disguise.

God assisting, there is nothing to be feared.

It is only the fear of God that can deliver us from the fear of men.

In the coldest flint there is a hot fire.

Let him that is cold blow at the coal.

Violent fires soon burn out.