Let's quit fiddling with religion and do something to bring the world to Christ.

And if you think that anybody is going to frighten me, you don't know me yet.

The fellow that has no money is poor. The fellow that has nothing but money is poorer still.

America didn't need repeal, she needed repentance!

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

Whenever a day comes when I can stand and preach God's Word without an agony of anxiety lest the people will not accept Christ; whenever a day comes when I can see men and women coming down the aisles without joy in my heart, I'll quit preaching.

Yank some of the groans out of your prayers and shove in some shouts.