For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.

Those whimpering Stateside young people will wake up on the Day of Judgment condemned to worse fates than these demon-fearing Indians, because, having a Bible, they were bored with it - while these never heard of such a thing as writing.

Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.

Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China.

Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.

We are so utterly ordinary, so commonplace, while we profess to know a Power the Twentieth Century does not reckon with.... Oh that God would make us dangerous!

The shiny paint laid on by curiosity's hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of Christ, which passes knowledge?