There are storms in your own life: storms oftemptation, confusion, and difficulty . . .An uneasy conscience says, “Stop before it is too late!

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.

Lambhood and tigerishness may be found in either gender, and in the same individual at different times.

I really wouldn't want to live in America. I found New York claustrophobic and dirty. I missed England when I was there, simple things like smells and the British sense of humor.

Black audiences are hard. They always think they're better than you. So you got to come with a little extra to satisfy them.

If tomorrow, women woke up and decided they really liked their bodies, just think how many industries would go out of business.

When were the good and the brave ever in a majority?

Man reaches the highest point of lovableness at 12 to 17 - to get it back, in a second flowering, at the age of 70 to 90

When everyone thinks alike, there isn't much thinking taking place. Get out when you can, not when you have to.

It's a more ridiculing, divisive humor today.

Whoever shall review his life, will find that the whole tenor of his conduct has been determined by some accident of no apparent moment.

Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.