When Christ possesses the will He keeps it fixed. The trouble comes when we take matters out of His hand and try to handle them ourselves.

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.

Be careful who you choose for an enemy because that is who you become most like, Anna tosses Nietzsche's quote up into the air. She serves up words she has heard me say in the past.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.

We all know that UFOs are real. All we need to ask is where do they come from, and what do they want?

Most of what we call the classics of world literature suggest artifacts in a wax museum. We have to hire and pay professors to get them read and talked about.

We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.

Prudence approaches, conscience accuses.

Sometimes I'm so devious I confuse myself.

Publication is almost certainly a punishment for having written a book.

Things change that's the way it is.