Most people are far more prone to let the bad experiences shape their views than the good ones.

We must realize that the ministries and gifts of the Spirit are for everyday life, not just meetings.

We are in the days of miracles and wonders that will eventually eclipse those of any other time.

The Holy Spirit is not “the Doer,” but rather the “Helper.” He will not do it without us, but if we engage He will help us with what we need to make it happen

Take heed when you think you stand, lest you fall. In this life you can fall from any level.

A successful Christian life will not be based on how much work we have done, but rather, on how close to the Lord we have become and how obedient we have been.

True faith begins with true repentance for whatever we have been doing that is wrong.

There will never be anything more exciting or wonderful than being close to God.

True Christianity is a life of sacrifice. It requires that in everything we live for the Lord and others, not ourselves.

Jesus is the ultimate solution to every human problem and the ultimate hope for all mankind.

The best way to dwell in the presence of the Lord is to be a thankful person.

Wisdom too often never comes, so one ought not to reject it merely because it comes late.

In the bad old days there were three easy ways of losing money - racing being the quickest women the pleasantest and farming the most certain.

What your heart desires is not too good to be true. It is good enough to be true.

Laughter is always fatal to feeling.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.

I still find that a kind of stricture of the heart happens when I see any form of bigoted or racist behaviour. I get an actual pain in my heart.

We must demand more not from each other, but more from ourselves

The value of jazz still has to be clarified. People involve themselves with its superficialities without digging for its soul.

My paintings are only the ashes of my art