Prayer is an exchange. We leave our burdens, worries and sin in the hands of God. We come away with oil of joy and the garment of praise.

The man who prays grows, and the muscles of the soul swell from this whipcord to iron bands.

The one thing that hinders God is our unbelief.

I believe that if there is one thing which pierces the Master's heart with unutterable grief, it is not the world's iniquity, but the Church's indifferences.

The flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh.

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

If you're not willing to give up everything for Christ, are you willing to be made willing?