All places are places of worship to a Christian. Wherever he is, he ought to be in a worshiping frame of mind.

When Jesus died on the cross the veil in the temple was torn from top to bottom so that big sinners like me might fit through.

Grace puts its hand on the boasting mouth, and shuts it once for all.

Long ago I ceased to count heads. Truth is usually in the minority in this evil world

There is dust enough on some of your Bibles to write 'damnation' with your fingers.

If I had a brother who had been murdered, what would you think of me if I...daily consorted with the assassin who drove the dagger into my brother's heart; surely I too must be an accomplice in the crime. Sin murdered Christ; will you be a friend to it? Sin pierced the heart of the Incarnate God; can you love it?

Be not proud of race, face, place, or grace.