From all the afflictions, Your glory shall spring. And the deeper the sorrow, the louder you'll sing.

An ounce of heart knowledge is worth a ton of head learning.

Prayer is the lisping of the believing infant, the shout of the fighting believer, the requiem of the dying saint falling asleep in Jesus.

If your religion does not make you holy, it will damn you. It is simply painted pageantry to go to hell in.

It is, perhaps, one of the hardest struggles of the Christian life to learn this sentence-- "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name be glory."

Don't let your hopes or fears come between you and Jesus; follow hard after Him. He will never fail you.

I know that charity covereth a multitude of sins; but it does not call evil good, because a good man has done it; it does not excuse inconsistencies, because the inconsistent brother has a high name and a fervent spirit; crookedness and worldliness are still crookedness and worldliness, though exhibited in one who seems to have reached no common height of attainment.