“Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.”

Imagination is the hotbed where this sin is too often hatched. Guard your thoughts, and there will be little fear about your actions.

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.

Television is chewing gum for the eyes.

She says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

Only when we start to distinguish reality from fantasy that we can humbly, with eyes wide open, forge loving and sustainable connections with others.

A girl with a twinkle in her eye.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.