The mystery of the humanity of Christ, that he sunk himself into our flesh, is beyond all human understanding.

People go through three conversions: The conversion of their head, their heart, and their pocketbook. Unfortunately, not all at the same time.

A lie is like a snowball: the further you roll it the bigger it becomes.

Human nature is like a drunk peasant. Lift him into the saddle on one side, over he topples on the other side.

I have to hurry all day to get time to pray.

Faith is a living, daring confidence in God's grace, so sure and certain that the believer would stake his life on it a thousand times.

I cannot believe that my illness is natural. I suspect Satan, and therefore I am the more inclined to take it lightly.