No matter where we are, God is as close as a prayer. He is our support and our strength. He will help us make our way up again from whatever depths we have fallen.

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.

The Maker knows the intention of every man.

Another consequence of not knowing the value of what you possess in this case the value of life is that, there would be some other people around you that will better understand what you possess.

Kiss me again. Let me imagine for a moment that you belong to me. The memory will keep me company in my solitude.

There's a great deal to say in the Bible about the signs we're to watch for, and when these signs all converge at one place we can be sure that we're close to the end of the age.

We want to keep the company healthy and its employees happy, and we want to keep them on the job and productive.

Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an ornament, unless it lead us to good actions.

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.

Every good journalist is aware that his trade may one day go the way of phrenology-and, what's more, the population will hardly protest the extinction.

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.