Most laws condemn the soul and pronounce sentence. The result of the law of my God is perfect. It condemns but forgives. It restores - more than abundantly - what it takes away.

I have had to make a cross of two logs, and lie down on it, to show the Indians what it means to crucify a man.

Children are arrows in a quiver, and they are to be trained as missionaries and shot at the Devil.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.

He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitible? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul - short life? ... Make me thy fuel, Flame of God.

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.