“Let’s quit fiddling with religion and do something to bring the world to Christ.”

Home is the place we love best and grumble the most.

I get obsessed by little nerdy things in my corner that no one else is interested in.

And if you think that anybody is going to frighten me, you don’t know me yet.

Sinners cannot find God for the same reason that criminals cannot find a policeman: They aren’t looking!

An excuse is a skin of a reason stuffed with a lie.

If you are strangers to prayer you are strangers to power.

The reason you don’t like the Bible, you old sinner, is because it knows all about you.

I pity anyone who can’t laugh. There must be something wrong with their religion or their lives. The devil can’t laugh.

There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

Whenever a day comes when I can stand and preach God’s Word without an agony of anxiety lest the people will not accept Christ; whenever a day comes when I can see men and women coming down the aisles without joy in my heart, I’ll quit preaching.

I want to preach the gospel so plainly that men can come from the factories and not have to bring along a dictionary.

The fellow that has no money is poor. The fellow that has nothing but money is poorer still.

The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow. It promises prosperity and sends adversity. It promises happiness and sends misery…. It is God’s worst enemy and the devil’s best friend.

I am the sworn, eternal and uncompromising enemy of the liquor traffic.

You can’t measure manhood with a tape line around the biceps.

If you want to drive the devil out of the world, hit him with a cradle instead of a crutch