Without doubt, the mightiest thought the mind can entertain is the thought of God, and the weightest word in any language is its word for God.

Among the plastic saints of our times, Jesus has to do all the dying, and all we want to hear is another sermon about his dying.

A thankful heart cannot be cynical.

Tens of thousands, perhaps millions, have come into some kind of religious experience by accepting Christ, and they have not been saved.

When a person, yielding to God and believing the truth of God, is filled with the Spirit of God, even his faintest whisper will be worship.

It's hard to rest knowing that millions of people merely carry on religious traditions but don't actually reach God.

He (God) may sometimes chasten us, it is true, but even this He does with a smile, the proud, tender smile of a Father who is bursting with pleasure over an imperfect but promising son who is coming every day to look more and more like the One whose child he is.