[Jesus] had only three years of public ministry, but He was never too hurried to spend hours in prayer . . . No day began or closed in which He was not in communion with His Father.

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.

A first-generation fortune is the most likely to be given away, but once a fortune is inherited it's less likely that a very high percentage will go back to society.

My real father was a portrait painter. I went to a lot of auctions as a kid and galleries.

How should I know anything about another world when I know so little of this?

Thanksgiving Day is a day devoted by persons with inflammatory rheumatism to thanking a loving Father that it is not hydrophobia.

That which one fears becomes one's master.

The status quo is never news, only challenges to it.

Anybody who is a fan of any team is going to recognize themselves in this.

A little scandal is an excellent thing; nobody is ever brighter or happier of tongue than when he is making mischief of his neighbors.

What do batteries run on?

What if the Church and the State Are the mob that howls at the door! Wine shall run thick to the end, Bread taste sour.