After every storm, there comes clear open skies.

Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows but the sea.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to me, for Thou are all the heaven I want.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

This is reality, back home is routine.

Listening is a positive act: you have to put yourself out to do it.

Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions. Notice what you notice. Observe what's vivid. Catch yourself thinking. Vividness is self-selecting. And remember the future.

Men weary as much of not doing the things they want to do as of doing the things they do not want to do.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

Shackled heart, free spirit.--Whoever binds his heart tightly and imprisons it may indulge his spirit in many liberties: I have already said that once. But no one believes me unless he already knows.

To be honest, we're really nervous right now. It's our third album, so it's gotta be our best and biggest.

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

I bite the skin on the side of my fingernails.