In a mouse we admire God's creation and craft work. The same may be said about flies.

Now if I believe in God's Son and remember that He became man, all creatures will appear a hundred times more beautiful to me than before. Then I will properly appreciate the sun, the moon, the stars, trees, apples, as I reflect that he is Lord over all things. ...God writes the Gospel, not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me.

What shall we do with...the Jews?...set fire to their synagogues or schools and bury and cover with dirt whatever will not burn, so that no man will ever again see a stone or cinder of them.

All of a Christian's life is one of repentance.

Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.

The church that preaches the gospel in all of its fullness, except as it applies to the great social ills of the day, is failing to preach the gospel.