A village is a hive of glass, where nothing unobserved can pass.

It is not the bigness of the words you utter, but the force with which you deliver them.

When we preach Christ crucified, we have no reason to stammer, or stutter, or hesitate, or apologize; there is nothing in the gospel of which we have any cause to be ashamed.

The more you know about Christ, the less you will be satisfied with superficial views of Him.

Jesus wept, but He never complained.

The backbone of the preaching of Christ is a conviction of the truth of Christ.

Is it not a sad thing that after all Christ's love to us, we should repay it with lukewarm love to Him?