We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle.

Trust no one, not even the finest saint who ever walked this earth, ignore him, if he hinders your sight of Jesus Christ.

Wherever there is any element of pride or of conceit, Jesus cannot expound a thing. He will take us through the disappointment of a wounded pride of intellect, through disappointment of heart. He will reveal inordinate affections-thin gs over which we never thought He would have to get us alone.

Many of us have a mental conception of what a Christian should be, and the lives of the saints become a hindrance to our concentration on God.

The deadliest Pharisaism today is not hypocrisy, but unconscious unreality.

The strain of life is what builds our strength. If there is no strain, there will be no strength.

Beware of making a fetish of consistency to your convictions instead of being devoted to God.