“Live near to God, and so all things will appear to you little In comparison to eternal realities.”

A man is what he is on his knees, and no more.

It is the mark of a hypocrite to be a Christian everywhere except at home.

Ah! believers, you are a tempted people. You are always poor and needy. And God intends it should be so, to give you constant errands to go to Jesus. Some may say, it is not good to be a believer; but ah! see to whom we can go.

Learn much of the Lord Jesus. For every look at yourself take ten looks at Christ. He is altogether lovely . . . .

Remember also, the present is your only time to be saved. There is no believing, no repenting, no conversion in the grave—no minister will speak to you there. This is the time of conversion.

There is nothing a natural man hates more than prayer.

My poor little New Zealand: exporting frozen meat in peace, live meat in war.

You’ll see, you’ll come to understand. These big things, these terrible things, are not the important ones. If they were, how could one go on living? No, it is the small, little things that make up a day, that bring fullness and happiness to a life.

There is little anyone can do with fanatics. Reasoning with them is a fool’s errand. Avoiding them is mandatory.

Hear much; speak little.

I didn’t feel comfortable at first with pure mathematics, or as a professor of pure mathematics. I wanted to do a little bit of everything and explore the world.

After me there are no more jazz singers . . . It’s a crime that no little singer is back there sockin’ it to me in my field. To keep it going, to keep it alive, because I’m not going to live forever.

At any appearance, I make sure that before the person takes a pic and runs away, that I make contact. All I can do is give that little bit of me, the kickback is miraculous.

There is always room in our budget for a little experimentation.