Some prayers have a longer voyage than others, but they return with the richer lading at last, so that the praying soul is a gainer by waiting for an answer.

We fear men so much, because we fear God so little.

Hope fills the afflicted soul with such inward joy and consolation, that it can laugh while tears are in the eye, sigh and sing all in a breath; it is called "the rejoicing of hope" (Hebrews 3:6).

It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons.

In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.

The Christian is bred by the Word, and he must be fed by it.

Nothing is more contrary to a heavenly hope than an earthly heart.

We are justified, not by giving anything to God,--what we do,--but by receiving from God, what Christ hath done for us.

The sins of teachers are the teachers of sin.

God Himself underwrites your battle and has appointed His own Son 'the captain of your salvation'.

To forsake sin, is to leave it without any thought reserved of returning to it again.

One unsuccessful attempt to success is a major attempt to success

The spirit of service is the heart of humanity.

Drink from the fountain of youth and cloak yourself in the garments of wisdom.

No man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions.

The production of obscurity in Paris compares to the production of motor cars in Detroit in the great period of American industry.

I find that the monsters are usually the people that I have the most empathy for because they're the ones that are hurt the most. There's a reason why they're the monsters.

The youngest child in any family is always a jokemaker, because a joke is the only way he can enter into an adult conversation.

Americans may be drinking fewer alcoholic beverages, but they are certainly eating more of them than ever before. Wittingly or un.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

I think it is a quest of literature throughout the ages to describe the human condition.