Civilization today reminds me of an ape with a blowtorch playing in a room full of dynamite. It looks like the monkeys are about to operate the zoo, and the inmates are taking over the asylum.

I'm tied of hearing about temperance instead of abstinence, in order to please the cocktail crowd in church congregations.

One man with a genuine experience with God is worth more than a library full of arguments.

God judges what we tolerate as well as what we practice. Too often we put up with things we ought to put out.

God's Word is its own best argument.

We need a dedicated minority who, like the apostles of old, are willing to be called the scum of the earth and a spectacle to the world for the scandal of the cross.

What we love usually manages to get into our conversation. What is down in the well of the heart will come up in the bucket of the speech.