[Multitudes] have never been born again. They will go into eternity lost—while thinking they are saved because they belong to the church, or were baptized.

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.

Trouble just seems to come my way-unbidden, unwelcome, unneeded.

I love my mom. I totally look up to her, and she just doesn't let anybody take advantage of me. People might call that a stage mom.

The world is the book of women. Whatever knowledge they may possess is more commonly acquired by observation than by reading.

I think my formative experiences were really in junior high, where at a typical public school we were doing little genetic experiments, very classic experiments.

I love the outdoor festival feeling.

We have no compassion and we ask no compassion from you. When our turn comes, we shall not make excuses for the terror.

I think sometimes we lose sight of how powerful we are when we put someone on the news - for good or bad. It can really change people's lives.

I don't know kid, there are so many places they could hide.

The dead are too much with us.

God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.