According to the men of the world, few are going to hell; According to the Bible, few are going to heaven.

Except a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

True Christianity is not merely believing a certain set of dry abstract propositions: it is to live in daily personal communication with an actual living person - Jesus Christ.

No one ever said at the end of his days; 'I have read my bible too much, I have thought of God too much, I have prayed too much, I have been too careful with my soul'

If you love Christ, never be ashamed to let others see it and know it. Speak for Him. Witness for Him. Live for Him.

Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.

Backsliding, generally first begins with neglect of private prayer.

A religion that costs nothing is worth nothing. A cheap Christianity, without a cross, will prove in the end a useless Christianity, without a crown.

There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven - the crucified Son of God.

I fear we are in danger of forgetting that to HAVE the Bible is one thing, and to READ it quite another.

Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn't ask ourselves what it says but what it means...

It is gracious to overlook an offence.

He told me about his monster. His sounded just like mine without quite so much mascara. When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

Just consider some of these recent hacks, JPMorgan Chase, massive bank, had 73 million e-mails stolen.

Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own pleasures; there are so many inhabited solitudes.

It is the weight, not numbers of experiments that is to be regarded.

I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.

When you're through with your cat, you can't throw it in the trash.

I used to let the olde english 8- suds bubble in the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.