Take care of your life and the Lord will take care of your death.

Be humble, talk little, think and pray much.

Press forward. Do not stop, do not linger in your journey, but strive for the mark set before you.

What! Get to heaven on your own strength? Why, you might as well try to climb to the moon on a rope of sand!

If you are going to walk with Jesus Christ, you are going to be opposed ... In our days, to be a true Christian is really to become a scandal.

Study to know Him more and more, for the more you know, the more you will love Him.

I was honored today with having a few stones, dirt, rotten eggs, and pieces of dead cat thrown at me

It is a poor sermon that gives no offense; that neither makes the hearer displeased with himself nor with the preacher.

Congregations are lifeless because dead men preach to them.

God forbid that I should travel with anybody a quarter of an hour without speaking of Christ to them.

Christ is worth all, or he is worth nothing.

A mask does not hide who you are, it shows exactly what you want others to see.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

The English are crooked as a nation and honest as individuals. The contrary is true of the French, who are honest as a nation and crooked as individuals.

In my case, things have pretty much been handed to me

If you change the rules on what controls you... you will change the rules on what you can control.

When it's working, what acting is really about is getting into the essence of a moment in a creative, joyous way - through whatever frees you up.

The womb is like an altar, it's the place where God continually comes into the world and does what only God can do...create.

It is a duty not only to punish, but to prevent all manner of evil.

Living alone, you can do so many fantastic things I've learned. You can like, walk around and have so many conversations with yourself and sing your thoughts. I think I'm the only one that does that.

Psychoanalysis showed me that I might be neurotic because I was a girl but, as Chekhov might have put it, I alone had to squeeze the slave out of myself, drop by drop.