Many [Western Christians] habitually think and act as if there is no eternity. . . . We major in the momentary and minor in the momentous.

Compassion for the mother is extremely important, but is never served through destroying the innocent.

For Christians this present life is the closest they will come to Hell. For unbelievers, it is the closest they will come to Heaven.

God prospers me not to raise my standard of living, but to raise my standard of giving.

Grace never ignores the awful truth of our depravity; in fact it emphasizes it. The worse we realize we are the greater we realize God's grace.

To procrastinate obedience is to disobey God.

The cost of redemption cannot be overstated. The wonders of grace cannot be overemphasized. Christ took the hell He didn't deserve so we could have the heaven we don't deserve.

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

Cheap grace replaces truth with tolerance, lowering the bar so everyone can jump over it and we can all feel good about ourselves.

How we spend our time verifies what we value most: TV, the Internet, or God's Word?

Not only will we see His face and live, but we will likely wonder if we ever lived before we saw His face!

If it is true, if it is beautiful, if it is honorable, if it is right, then claim it. Because it is from God. And you belong to God.

Purification in Shinto lifts the burden from the shoulders of the individual and washes it away.

I wish you a blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

I wish to begin again on a daily basis. To be born again every day is something that I try to do. And I'm deadly serious about that.

Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.

I never expected that this would be my life.

Everything worthwhile, everything of any value, has its price. Everything anyone has ever wanted has come neatly wrapped up in its penalties.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.

I'd work eighteen-hour stretches and fall asleep in my clothes. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night, brew a pot of tea, and start work again. I was tired, but work had become pure enjoyment.