God's Word is its own best argument.

The temple of truth has never suffered so much from woodpeckers on the outside as from termites within.

Most of the notable turn out to be the not-able. God's greatest truths still belong to babes.

The preacher who jests and jokes with his people all week will soon find that he cannot stand in his pulpit on Sunday with power to reprove, rebuke and exhort. He may be the life of the party but it will be the death of the prophet.

Because the Lord loves us He chastens and rebukes us. Modern sentimentality has reduced God to a tolerant indulgent grandfatherly being who winks at our transgressions.

The detour is always rougher than the main road

Nothing is needed so much as a holy indignation against sin. It is true that there is not enough love for God, and one sign of it is that there is not enough hatred for sin.