God honored and blessed America as few nations in history. However, in recent years the nation has been moving away from its religious heritage.

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

What are you doing here?”All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. “Taxidermy?” he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.

Do not focus on the problem.

The mind is the limit. As long as the mind can envision the fact that you can do something, you can do it, as long as you really believe 100 percent.

I do not need any writing, since I transmit teaching beyond words and ideas.

Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, Thou wilt not laugh at poets.

On the one side was bigotry, ignorance, hatred, superstition, every sort of blackness that the human mind is capable of. On the other side was sense.

So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.

My first job with a network was General Hospital, and that was ABC. I feel like I have so much history with them, that they treat their shows well and they have good, discerning taste.

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.

You can fall ill with just a memory.