Another thing I liked about my Dad at church: he did his sleeping at home. He never used the church as an adult nursery.

To build character of purpose and integrity is our high mark, and that cannot be done in a world where there are no adverse elements.

Salt seasons, purifies, preserves. But somebody ought to remind us that salt also irritates. Real living Christianity rubs this world the wrong way.

Progress is a farce because man's head and hand have created wonders that stun the imagination, but his heart does not keep step and his morals undo all that his mind has wrought.

The tragedy of today is that the situation is desperate but the saints are not.

I'm tired of hearing sin called sickness and alcoholism a disease. It is the only disease I know of that we're spending hundreds of millions of dollars a year to spread.

Too many church services start at eleven sharp and end at twelve dull.