O think how many mercies you still enjoy; yet your base hearts are more discontented at one loss, than thankful for a hundred mercies! God hath plucked one bunch of grapes from you; but how many precious clusters are left behind?
from The Art of Divine Contentment
A contented spirit is like a watch: though you carry it up and down with you yet the spring of it is not shaken, nor the wheels out of order, but the watch keeps its perfect motion; so it was with St. Paul, though God carried him into various conditions, yet he was not lift up with the one, nor cast down with the other; the spring of his heart was not broken, the wheels of his affections were not disordered, but kept their constant motion towards heaven, still content.
from The Art of Divine Contentment
Many Christians are like sieves; put a sieve into the water, and it is full but take it forth of the water, and all runs out: so, while they are hearing a sermon, they remember something; but like the sieve out of the water, as soon as they are gone out of the church, all is forgotten.
from The Art of Divine Contentment
Common Slaves 