Verily, we know not what an evil it is to indulge ourselves, and to make an idol of our will.

Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows but the sea.

They lose nothing who gain Christ.

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to me, for Thou are all the heaven I want.

Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.

I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus.

The problem with escaping is that we leave behind us, even among those we love, different versions of the truth and everything we couldn’t bring ourselves to say.

A good manager will always have the big picture in mind and guide the employees through a series of small targets in order to achieve overall success.

Conformity keeps us closed minded.

There is no such thing as can't.

A perfectionist is someone who finishes the backside of a drawer, which I consider completely unnecessary.

I am determined that we're going to get the economy really moving again, building on the progress, but never going back to what got us in trouble in the first place.

You don't use mayonnaise, why? ... Are you addicted to mayonnaise? Is it okay if I use mayonnaise? I could go outside.

People will clap to be nice. They will not laugh to be nice.

The story of my life is profoundly unclear. It is a rock-and-roll story and, at the same time, a story of my walk with Christ. The two are melded together in ways both unpredictable and unsure.

Know that the secret of the arts is to correct nature.