Most of the grand truths of God have to be learned by trouble; they must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction, otherwise we shall not truly receive them.

This is faith, receiving the truth of Christ; first knowing it to be true, and then acting upon that belief.

Praise is the rehearsal for our eternal song.

As well might a gnat seek to drink in the ocean, as a finite creature to comprehend the Eternal God. A God whom we could understand would be no God. If we could grasp Him, He could not be infinite. If we could understand Him, He could not be divine.

Praise is the beauty of a Christian. What wings are to a bird, what fruit is to the tree, what the rose is to the thorn, that is praise to a child of God.

A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.

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