Wealth is not the standard of worth. Some people put cash before character.

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.

If you are a stranger to prayer, you are a stranger to the greatest source of power known to human beings.

One reason sin flourishes is that it is treated like a cream puff instead of a rattlesnake.

The reason you don't like the Bible, you old sinner, is because it knows all about you.

I believe that a long step toward public morality will have been taken when sins are called by their right names.

Let's quit fiddling with religion and do something to bring the world to Christ.

Hell is the highest reward that the devil can offer you for being a servant of his.

Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole. Yielding is opening the door and inviting him in.

I have more respect for the devil than for some preachers I have met; the devil believes the Bible is the Word of God!

The church is not a dormitory for sleepers, it is an institution for workers; it is not a rest camp, it is a front line trench.

I wrote the story myself. It's about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.

Writers are often given the gift of being spectacularly unhappy, so that they can record the full depth of feeling.

Life's not all about happiness. Take the sad and pain too. But never forget the Almighty ALLAH. Speak to him about every fear, dream and hope

The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

I do think that I am generally optimistic.

Maybe I'm old-school, but I always thought you honor a contract.

Ability to think, like the violin or piano, requires daily practice

Poetry is the thread that leads us out of the labyrinth of despair and into the light.

What I gained by being in France was learning to be better satisfied with my own country.

Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.