Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.

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.

About writing:The trick is to make sure you love what you've produced--to Believe..in order to convince.

Without Christ a people may always have the freedom to do, but never the power to complete.

There is really no crisis except an artificial one...If the great American people will only keep their temper, on both sides of the line, the trouble will come to an end.

Unless you know what you want, you can't ask for it.

The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.

My greatest accomplishment so far is to keep selling enough that I never want for the labor that sustains my Presbyterian soul.

To know the laws that govern the winds, and to know that you know them, will give you an easy mind on your voyage round the world; otherwise you may tremble at the appearance of every cloud.

No blessing lasts forever.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Today the outlandish becomes routine overnight. The humorist is trying to say that it's still outlandish.