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

World, death, devil, hell, away and leave me in peace! You have no hold on me. If you will not let me live, then I will die. But you won't succeed in that. Chop my head off, and it won't harm me. I have a God who will give me a new one.

Medicine makes people ill, mathematics make them sad and theology makes them sinful.

My temptations have been my Masters of Divinity.

God foreknows nothing by contingency, but that He foresees, purposes, and does all things according to His immutable, eternal, and infallible will. By this thunderbolt, "Free-will" is thrown prostrate, and utterly dashed to pieces.

Every doer of the law and every moral worker is accursed, for he walketh in the presumption of his own righteousness.

Now just behold these miserable, blind, and senseless people.