Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.

At Kansas City, Kansas, before the saloons were closed, they were getting ready to build an addition to the jail. Now the doors swing idly on the hinges and there is nobody to lock in the jails.

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

When the word of God says one thing and scholarship says another, scholarship can go to hell.

Riches have never yet given anybody either peace or rest.

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

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