I am an old-fashioned preacher of the old-time religion, that has warmed this cold world's heart for two thousand years.

Better die an old maid, sister, than marry the wrong man.

It is not what you have on you, but what you have in you.

The trouble with many men is that they have got just enough religion to make them miserable. If there is not joy in religion, you have got a leak in your religion.

Trying to run a church without revivals can be done when you can run a gasoline engine on buttermilk.

Lord save us from off-handed, flabby-cheeked, brittle-boned, weak-kneed, thin-skinned, pliable, plastic, spineless, effeminate, ossified, three-karat Christianity.

Give your face to God, and He will put his shine on it.