“I’ve read the last page of the Bible. It’s all going to turn out all right.”

Read the Bible. Work hard and honestly. And don’t complain.

Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.

Christianity is not a spectator sport. It’s something in which we become totally involved.

It was not the people or the Roman soldiers who put Jesus on the cross – it was your sins and my sins that made it necessary for Him to volunteer His death.

It may be difficult to understand why a test comes our way, but we must never forget that the test is accomplishing refining and purification.

While our world is shaking and crumbling, we need to realize that one thing will never change, and that is God. He is the same today as he was ten million years ago, and will be the same ten million years from today.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

We are the Bibles the world is reading; We are the creeds the world is needing; We are the sermons the world is heeding.

There is nothing wrong with men possessing riches. The wrong comes when riches possess men.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.

If your faith isn’t rooted in the Bible, it will wither like a plant pulled out of the soil.

If people are kicking you in the behind, at least you’re in front of them.

The farther we get from God, the more the world spirals out of control.

Knowing we will be with Christ forever far outweighs our burdens today! Keep your eyes on eternity!

The will of God will not take us where the grace of God cannot sustain us.

Pitches are like pages of a book; they’re so important.

I mean, there is a part of the media that’s not the mainstream media. That’s Fox, that is ‘The Wall Street Journal’ editorial page.

Adaptation is always the same process for me, which is some version of throwing the book at the wall and seeing what pages fall out.

Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I’d rather boast about the ones I’ve read.

Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.

It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.

I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page – sometimes every word as well.

Between the pages of a book is a lovely place to be.