No man is an unbeliever, but because he will be so; and every man is not an unbeliever, because the grace of God conquers some, changes their wills, and binds them to Christ.

We often learn more of God under the rod that strikes us than under the staff that comforts us.

When we believe that we should be satisfied rather than God glorified in our worship, then we put God below ourselves as though He had been made for us rather than that we had been made for Him.

Power is God's hand or arm, omniscience is God's eye, mercy is God's delight, eternity is God's duration, but holiness is God's beauty!

A man may be theologically knowing and spiritually ignorant.

God knows all that is done in the most secret caverns of the heart. No place is deprived of his presence.

Adoption gives us the privilege of sons, regeneration the nature of sons.

Our ignorance of God is too great, because our estimations of God are too little.

Without the heart it is no worship; it is a stage play; an acting a part without being that person really which is acted by us: a hypocrite, in the notion of the word, is a stageplayer.

Pride is self contending with God for preeminence.

Paul was so much taken with Christ, that nothing sweeter than Jesus could drop from his lips and pen.

The best feeling in the world might be when you finish a book and you get to pick out another.

It only takes one person to change your life for the better: YOU. Develop yourself to be excellent for success, by working hard and smart. Make self-improvement for success your first objective.

And it's wrong of you to think that love leaves room for nothing else. It's possible to love something and still condescend to it.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

No punching?" he asked."No.""No kicking?""No.""How about arm wrestling?""No. And before you ask, we've avoided Slug Bug, Slap Bets, and any and all Dance-Offs."Fate Succumbs

People in real life cuss God out when they're angry. That's all real.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

Books to judicious compilers, are useful; to particular arts and professions, they are absolutely necessary; to men of real science, they are tools: but more are tools to them.

But I don't think I've grown up to be a damaged adult.

Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.