Let us seek friends that will stir up our prayers, our Bible reading, our use of time, and our salvation.

Except a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

True Christianity is not merely believing a certain set of dry abstract propositions: it is to live in daily personal communication with an actual living person - Jesus Christ.

No one ever said at the end of his days; 'I have read my bible too much, I have thought of God too much, I have prayed too much, I have been too careful with my soul'

If you love Christ, never be ashamed to let others see it and know it. Speak for Him. Witness for Him. Live for Him.

Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.

Backsliding, generally first begins with neglect of private prayer.

A religion that costs nothing is worth nothing. A cheap Christianity, without a cross, will prove in the end a useless Christianity, without a crown.

There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven - the crucified Son of God.

According to the men of the world, few are going to hell; According to the Bible, few are going to heaven.

As long as we persevere, we shall succeed in any endeavour.

A man, who does not commit an evil act either, has no opportunity or the stomach.

He that will learn to pray let him go to Sea.

Those who know how to think need no teachers.

I've always been really impressed with some of the longer graphic novels and thought it would be really amazing if one day I could try something like that.

Don't waste your life believing you can't.

What is desired is that the teacher ceased being a lecturer, satisfied with transmitting ready-made solutions. His role should rather be that of a mentor stimulating initiative and research.

This car was a very pretty lie.

The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.