The heart clings to collected treasure. Stored-up possessions get between me and God. Where my treasure is, there is my trust, my security, my comfort, my God. Treasure means idolatry.

The beginning of love for the brethren is learning to listen to them.

Those who love their dream of a Christian community more than the Christian community itself become destroyers of that Christian community even though their personal intentions may be ever so honest, earnest, and sacrificial.

The word of cheap grace has been the ruin of more Christians than any commandment of works.

Each morning is a new beginning of our life. Each day is a finished whole. The present day marks the boundary of our cares and concerns. It is long enough to find God or lose Him, to keep faith or fall into disgrace.

The world upon whom grace is thrust as a bargain will grow tired of it.

Desires repeatedly mastered for the sake of present duty make us richer. Lack of desire is poverty.