I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.
a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.
He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.
The heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet smell into the nostrils of God.
You have chosen the roughest road, but it leads straight to the hilltops.
Whatever contradicts the Word of God should be instantly resisted as diabolical.