“It is not enough to wear an ornamental cross as a pretty decoration.”

Aggressive Christianity is the world’s greatest need.

Temptation exercises our faith and teaches us to pray.

It is not the part of faith to question, but to obey.

A divided heart loses both worlds.

The Christian is not obedient unless he is doing all in his power to send the Gospel to the heathen world.

When I cannot understand my Father’s leading, And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate, Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading, God is working, God is faithful-Only wait.

I cannot understand how any man or woman can believe in the Lord’s coming and not be a missionary, or at least committed to the work of missions with every power of his being.

God’s jewels are often sent us in rough packages and by dark liveried servants, but within we find the very treasures of the King’s palace and the Bridegroom’s Love.

You must have faith in God.

One of the special marks of the Holy Ghost in the Apostolic Church was the spirit of boldness.

All earth-born hopes with time must pass away; prayer grasps eternal things; pray, always pray.

The safe place lies in obedience to God’s Word, singleness of heart and holy vigilance.

We cannot ask in behalf of Christ what Christ would not ask Himself if He were praying.

There is not a command God gives to His children for which He does not provide the enablement for obedience.

Christ rises above all things.

We must surrender ourselves so utterly that we can never own ourselves again. We must hand over self and all its rights in an eternal covenant, and give God the absolute right to own us, control us and possess us forever.

I like to stay home a lot. I like to do other things, too, like decorate.

I love to decorate a room – from the furniture to the objects to the books.

Art means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage.

I want the light filtered down through the trees painting flesh like a mosaic and filling up the dark in me. I want to see how sunset decorates your hair.

I think that women should be decorative.

You know, maybe I was just born in the wrong time, but I love all things romantic. Puffy understands that. For my last birthday, he covered my hotel room floor with rose petals and had flowers and candles all over the room.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.