Death is not the master of the house, he is only the porter of the king's lodge.

God does not comfort us to make us comfortable, but to make us comforters.

Let us sing even when we do not feel like it, for in this way we give wings to heavy feet and turn weariness into strength.

It is in the field of prayer that life's critical battles are lost or won. We must conquer all our circumstances there. We must first of all bring them there. We must survey them there. We must master them there. In prayer we bring our spiritual enemies into the Presence of God and we fight them there. Have you tried that? Or have you been satisfied to meet and fight your foes in the open spaces of the world?

Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.

All vital praying makes a drain on a man's vitality. True intercession is a sacrifice, a bleeding sacrifice.

If we do not catch men, we are in great danger of losing even the desire to catch them. Our purposed activity is in peril of becoming a dream.