In those early centuries of Christianity, Christianity did not go into the world apologizing. It went to slay the powers of darkness and undo the works of the devil, and it lived in holy triumph.

When I saw for the first time by the Word of God that sickness was not the Will of God, everything in my nature rose up to defeat the will of the devil.

When a Christian tries to live by reason he is moving out of God’s country into the enemy’s land. We belong in the miraculous and the supernatural realm.

Beloved, it is not our long prayers but our believing God that gets the answer.

Jesus did not heal the sick in order to coax them to be Christians. He healed because it was His nature to heal.

We cannot exercise our faith beyond what we believe to be possible.

In Christ we become God's sons, man's servants and the devil's masters.

Men tell us in these days that sin is what you think it is. Well, it is not. Sin is what God thinks it is. You may think according to your own conscience. God thinks according to His.

We are awakening to that marvelous truth, that Christ is not in the heavens only, nor the atmosphere only, but Christ is in you.

Fear of the devil is nonsense. Fear of demons is foolish. The Spirit of God anointing the Christian heart makes the soul impregnable to the powers of darkness.

The secret of Christianity is in being. It is in being a possessor of the nature of Jesus Christ.

We aren't different, from the others.

What is the life of a Christian but a life of prayer!

Press forward. Do not stop, do not linger in your journey, but strive for the mark set before you.

The most efficient labor-saving device is still money.

The friend of God must not spend a day without God, and he must undertake no work apart from his God.

No problem can be solved until it is reduced to some simple form. The changing of a vague difficulty into a specific, concrete form is a very essential element in thinking.

I am a Lutheran astrologer, I throw away the nonsense and keep the hard kernel.

Do not eat garlic or onions; for their smell will reveal that you are a peasant.

There's a lot about New York that is unique, and there's always a culture and a subculture going on everywhere.

Why does everybody thing things are always contractual? I saw a shitload of questions and thought "better keep these answers short or I'll never get to all of these".