To be strong, to steer straight onward, to dare to praise God, to sit alone and keep silence because He has laid it upon us, to put our mouths in the dust, if so be there may be hope -- here is fortitude indeed.

As we pour out our bitterness, God pours in his peace.

God is love; to do his will is to scatter love in handfuls of blessing on a weary world.

God does not fill with His Holy Spirit those who believe in the fullness of the Spirit, or those who desire Him, but those who obey Him.

God is down in front. He is in the tomorrows. It is tomorrow that fills men with dread. God is there already. All the tomorrows of our life have to pass Him before they can get to us.

There is no sin so profound, no despondency so low, no misery so abject, but the love of Christ is deeper.

The spirit of the gospel is in absolute disagreement with the spirit of the world.