“Take away the cross of Christ, and the Bible is a dark book.”

To say that we are sorry for our sins is mere hypocrisy, unless we show that we are really sorry for them, by giving them up. Doing is the very life of repentance.

Trials are intended to make us think, to wean us from the world, to send us to the Bible, to drive us to our knees.

A religion that costs nothing is worth nothing. A cheap Christianity, without a cross, will prove in the end a useless Christianity, without a crown.

Live as if you thought that Christ might come at any time.

Let us be very careful that we never exalt any minister, or sermon, or book, or friend above the Word of God.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

HATE SIN! Instead of loving it, cleaving to it, excusing it, playing with it, we ought to hate it with a deadly hatred.

Prayer needs neither learning, wisdom or book knowledge to begin it. It needs nothing but heart and will.

The only way to be really happy in such a world as this, is to be ever casting all our cares on God.

Except a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.

To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven.

I maintain that to tell a person they are born again, while they are living in carelessness or sin, is a dangerous delusion.

Are you tempted? Look unto Jesus. Are you afflicted? Look unto Jesus. Do all speak evil of you? Look unto Jesus. Do you feel cold, dull, and backsliding? Look unto Jesus.

No one ever said at the end of his days; ‘I have read my bible too much, I have thought of God too much, I have prayed too much, I have been too careful with my soul’

The true secret of spiritual strength is self-distrust and deep humilty.

There is a common, worldly kind of Christianity in this day, which many have, and think they have enough-a cheap Christianity which offends nobody, and requires no sacrifice-which costs nothing, and is worth nothing.

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

I have tried lately to read Shakespeare, and found it so intolerably dull that it nauseated me.

Each book holds an experience and an adventure.

Books are a friend, books are an escape, books are a means to empowerment and books are a means to understanding yourself better and in a world around you. They are everything.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

What a book a devil’s chaplain might write on the clumsy, wasteful, blundering, low, and horribly cruel work of nature!

Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman.