Faith is the angelic messenger between the soul and the Lord Jesus in glory.

Nothing teaches us about the preciousness of the Creator as much as when we learn the emptiness of everything else.

Jesus does not suffer so as to exclude your suffering. He bears a cross, not that you may escape it, but that you may endure it.

Even your little sorrows you may roll upon God, for He counteth the hairs of your head.

Jesus is in the tempest. His love wraps the night about itself as a mantle, but to the eye of faith the sable robe is scarce a disguise.

Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it.

If it pleases Him to bid our patience exercise itself, shall He not do as He wills with His own!

Worldlings pray to the Lord in times of need, when it serves their turn. They cry to Him in trouble, but forsake Him in prosperity.

Meditation puts the telescope to the eye, and enables us to see Jesus after a better sort than we could have seen Him if we had lived in the days of His flesh.

The suppliant, whose fears prevent his words, will be well understood by the Most High.

We should all know more, live nearer to God, and grow in grace, if we were more alone. Meditation chews the cud and extracts the real nutriment from the mental food gathered elsewhere.

Hey Assbutt!

I just thank God that I didn't grow up with so much money or privilege because you had to create ways to make it happen.

I want Trump to send out a tweet saying that he's going to keep his campaign promises. He's not going to cut Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid.

In the corporate world you get a report card every quarter and have to talk about it, whereas the church can drip, drip through bad trends for decades and decades.

At an early age I sucked up the milk of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato and Euripides, diluted with that of Moses and the prophets.

If ever anybody dedicated his whole life to the "enthusiasm for truth and justice" using this phrase in the good sense it was Diderot.

You know when I first thought I might have a chance? When I realized that you could go into any bar in the country and insult Lyndon Johnson and nobody would punch you in the nose.

Well, perhaps; but I begin to think there are better things than being comfortable.

If you let a person talk long enough you'll hear their true intentions. Listen twice, speak once.