When I have found intense pain relieved, a weary brain soothed, and calm refreshing sleep obtained by a cigar, I have felt grateful to God, and have blessed His name.

A sermon without Christ as its beginning, middle, and end is a mistake in conception, a crime in execution.

Has there not been, sometimes, this temptation to do a great deal for Christ, but not to live a great deal with Christ?

Whenever there is a cross to be carried by any of Christ’s followers, He always bears the heavy end on His own shoulders.

The diver plunges deep to find pearls, and we must accept any labor or hazard to win a soul

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.

Is there any man that thinks in chains like the man who calls himself a free-thinker? Is there any man so credulous as the man who will not believe in the Bible? He swallows a ton of difficulties, and yet complains that we have swallowed an ounce of them. He has much more need of faith of a certain sort than we have, for skepticism has far harder problems than faith.