“No time is so well spent in every day as that which we spend upon our knees.”

No one ever reached heaven without repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ.

Obedience is the only reality. It is faith visible, faith acting, and faith manifest. It is the test of real discipleship among the Lord’s people.

It is neglect of the Bible which makes so many a prey to the first false teacher whom they hear.

The blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.

The true Christian delights to read the Scriptures, because they tell him about his beloved Savior.

Look not to yourselves! You are by nature wretched, miserable, poor, blind and naked. Look simply unto Jesus.

It costs something to be a true Christian. It will cost us our sins, our self-righteousn ess, our ease and our worldliness.

Look to the cross, think of the cross, meditate on the cross, and then go and set your affections on the world if you can.

O Christian, look up and take comfort. Jesus has prepared a place for you, and those who follow Him shall never perish, neither shall anyone pluck them out of His hands.

Since Satan can’t destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

According to the men of the world, few are going to hell; According to the Bible, few are going to heaven.

Why is a believer patient? Because he looks for the coming of the Lord…He waits quietly for the King.

Just as the first sign of life in an infant when born into the world is the act of breathing, so the first act of men and women when they are born again is praying.

Knowledge of the Bible never comes by intuition. It can only be obtained by diligent, regular, daily, attentive reading.

The Gospel was not meant merely to reside in our intellect, memories, and tongues, but to be seen in our lives.

That preaching is sadly defective which dwells exclusively on the mercies of God and the joys of heaven, yet never sets forth the terrors of the Lord and the miseries of hell.

There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Television is 15 hour days. Movies are 18 hour days. And it’s 18 hours of doing not a thing.

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

My wife’s jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

I could do no wrong in my mother’s eyes from the day I was born. My fans bought her a very nice house in San Antonio, and she has a great life.

For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T – that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E.

I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.