“Christ not only died for all: He died for each.”

Any other foundation will fail, but Christ is a sure and steady rock to build your life on.

Our world today so desperately hungers for hope, yet uncounted people have almost given up. There is despair and hopelessness on every hand. Let us be faithful in proclaiming the hope that is in Jesus.

Each life is made up of mistakes and learning, waiting and growing, practicing patience and being persistent.

If ever there was a time this country needed the intervention of God, it is now.

Don’t worry about what you can’t do; focus instead on what you can do… and then do it.

If you don’t make a decision then time will make it for you and time will always side against you!

The Christian life is not a constant high. I have my moments of deep discouragement. I have to go to God in prayer with tears in my eyes, and say, ‘O God, forgive me,’ or ‘Help me.’

God does not call us to be successful, but to be obedient.

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

Becoming a Christian is the work of a moment; being a Christian is the work of a lifetime.

Even if we may not always understand why God allows certain things to happen to us, we can know He is able to bring good out of evil, and triumph out of suffering.

You can’t control the length of your life. You can control the depth

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

Mountaintops are for views and inspiration, but fruit is grown in the valleys.

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

God will never send anybody to hell. If man goes to hell, he goes by his own free choice.

And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death–what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

The only happy artist is a dead artist, because only then you can’t change. After I die, I’ll probably come back as a paintbrush.

Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.

Get rich or die tryin’.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death – the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.

We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.