The vague and tenuous hope that God is too kind to punish the ungodly has become a deadly opiate for the consciences of millions.

We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still: We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Our problem is that we go from toy to toy rather than from glory to glory.

Most Christians would rather be happy than feel the wounds of other peoples' sorrows.

It is time for us to seek again the leadership of the Holy Spirit. Man's lordship has cost us too much.

Our religious activities should be ordered in such a way as to have plenty of time for the cultivation of the fruits of solitude and silence.

The man that believes will obey; failure to obey is convincing proof that there is no true faith present. To attempt the impossible God must give faith or there will be none, and He gives faith to the obedient heart only.