An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children.

A whole new generation of Christians has come up believing that it is possible to 'accept' Christ without forsaking the world.

Worshipers never leave church...we carry our sanctuary with us wherever we go.

Faith is not a conclusion you reach...it's a journey you live.

Jesus Christ knows the worst about you. Nonetheless, He is the one who loves you the most.

The only Christian you want to listen to is the one who gives you more of a hunger for God.

God's Word is true whether we believe it or not. Human unbelief cannot alter the character of God.

Refuse to be average. Let your heart soar as high as it will.

What's closest to your heart is what you talk about, and if God is close to your heart, you'll talk about Him.

When I understand that everything happening to me is to make me more Christlike, it resolves a great deal of anxiety.

If your life does not worship God, your lips do not worship God either.

Success does not consist in never making blunders, but in never making the same one a second time.

Home is the dearest spot on earth, and it should be the centre, though not the boundary, of the affections.

This bed yawnsbeneath the weightof our absent selves.

Directors and writers have a lot of stress as well, because they have people they answer to.

Taste goodness before you recommend it.

Everyone has sunk on this plane to such a low state of consciousness, it is the natural state. We have deviated so far from the norm in this age of darkness.

I'd have liked to have gone to bed with Jean Harlow. She was a beautiful broad. The fellow who married her was impotent and he killed himself. I would have done the same thing.

So, this is a rabbit, I thought. He sort of looks like Chester, only he's got longer ears and a shorter tail. And a motor in his nose.

My father was champion of North Africa and he beat the European champ. He was very good, a professional for 12 years. We're from a big family of boxers. My father has seven brothers.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.