The middle of the road is a poor place to walk. It is a poor place to drive. It is a poor place to live.

Christians, like snowflakes, are frail, but when they stick together they can stop traffic.

At the rate America is decaying morally, we shall have to change our national symbol from an eagle to a vulture.

The devil is not fighting religion. He´s too smart for that. He is producing a counterfeit Christianity, so much like the real one that good Christians are afraid to speak out against it.

Satan is not fighting churches; he is joining them. He does more harm by sowing tares than by pulling up wheat. He accomplishes more by imitation than by outright opposition.

It is not our business to make the message acceptable, but to make it available. We are not to see that they like it, but that they get it.

A preacher should have the mind of a scholar, the heart of a child, and the hide of a rhinoceros. His problem is how to toughen his hide without hardening his heart.

If you are a Christian, you are not a citizen of this world trying to get to heaven; you are a citizen of heaven making your way through this world.

Salt seasons, purifies, preserves. But somebody ought to remind us that salt also irritates. Real living Christianity rubs this world the wrong way.

The primary qualification for a missionary is not love for souls, as we so often hear, but love for Christ.

Salvation is a helmet, not a nightcap.

Lo esperado no sucede. Es lo inesperado lo que acontece.

The world was fair, the mountains tallIn Elder Days before the fall...

The Great War proved how confused the world is. Depression is proving it again.

You couldn't always control life, just your response to it.

I drink to forget I drink.

There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of metaphor.

Never mind about the six feet. Let's talk about the seven inches.

To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.

It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.

When we see the wholeness of being born, living, and dying, there is a joy in living and a grace in dying.