“We must read our Bibles like men digging for hidden treasure.”

My chief desire in all my writings, is to exalt the Lord Jesus Christ and make Him beautiful and glorious in the eyes of people; and to promote the increase of repentance, faith, and holiness upon earth.

The nearer we live to God while we live, the more ready we will be to dwell forever in His presence when we die.

Fear not because your prayer is stammering, your words feeble, and your language poor. Jesus can understand you.

Backsliding, generally first begins with neglect of private prayer.

Let us strive, every year we live, to become more deeply acquainted with Scripture.

There are eternal consequences resulting from all our thoughts, words and actions, of which we take far too little account.

If you want to find out how much someone loves you, find out how much they pray for you.

Whatever you read, read the Bible first. Beware of bad books: there are plenty in this day. Take heed what you read.

A Christian is a walking sermon. They preach far more than a minister does, for they preach all week long.

The fear of punishment, the desire of reward, the sense of duty, are all useful arguments, in their way, to persuade people to holiness. But they are all weak and powerless, until a person loves Christ.

God does not look at riches, titles, education, or beauty. There is only one thing that God does look at, and that is the soul.

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.

Unity without the gospel is a worthless unity; it is the very unity of hell.

Love should be the silver thread that runs through all your conduct.

There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven – the crucified Son of God.

We can never make too much of Christ. He is worthy of all the honor that we can give Him.

I just want you to know that nothing hidden heals.

A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.

That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.

You don’t bring glory or pleasure to God by hiding your abilities or by trying to be someone else. You only bring him enjoyment by being you.

I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.

Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.

In order to find peace, we must expose the masks we use to hide behind.

To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.