A well marked Bible is the sign of a well-fed soul.

If the Lord's bearing our sin for us is not the gospel, I have no gospel to preach.

If any man will preach as he should preach, his work will take more out of him than any other labor under heaven.

By perseverance the snail reached the ark. A mouse may find a hole, be the room ever so full of cats.

I am content to live and die as the mere repeater of Scriptural teaching - as a person who has thought out nothing and invented nothing - but who concluded that he was to take the message from the lips of God to the best of his ability and simply to be a mouth for God to the people. - mourning much that anything of his own should come between - but never thinking that he was somehow to refine the message or to adapt it to the brilliance of this wonderful century and then to hand it out as being so much his own that he might take some share of the glory of it.

Infinite, and an infant. Eternal, and yet born of a woman. Almighty, and yet hanging on a woman’s breast. Supporting a universe, and yet needing to be carried in a mother’s arms. King of angels, and yet the reputed son of Joseph. Heir of all things, and yet the carpenter’s despised son.

You must either give up your sins or give up all hope of heaven.