Let your thoughts be psalms, your prayers incense, and your breath praise.

Where the plow does not go and the seed is not sown, the weeds are sure to multiply.

I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet at the worst, when I reach the lowest depths, I have an inward peace which no pain or depression can in the least disturb. Trusting in Jesus Christ my Savior, there is still a blessed quietness in the deep caverns of my soul.

He bequeaths us His manger, from which to learn how God came down to man, and His cross to teach us how man may go up to God.

We should shun ingratitude, and live daily in the heavenly atmosphere of thankful love.

Long ago I ceased to count heads. Truth is usually in the minority in this evil world

The Christian should take nothing short of Christ for his model.