“Hold everything earthly with a loose hand, but grasp eternal things with a death-like grip”

God gave us sleep to remind us we are not him.

Wherever Jesus may lead us, He goes before us. If we don’t know where we are going, we know with whom we go.

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.

A man says to me, ‘Can you explain the seven trumpets of the Revelation?’ No, but I can blow one in your ear, and warn you to escape from the wrath to come.

In prosperity God is heard, and that is a blessing; but in adversity God is seen, and that is a greater blessing.

If any man thinks ill of you, do not be angry with him, for you are worse than he thinks you to be.

We cannot always trace God’s hand but we can always trust God’s heart.

I have a great need for Christ: I have a great Christ for my need.

Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

By perseverance the snail reached the ark.

We are in a wrong state of mind if we are not in a thankful state of mind.

A person who is really saved by Grace does not need to be told that he is under solemn obligations to serve Christ. The new life within him tells him that. Instead of regarding it as a burden, he gladly surrenders himself, body, soul, and spirit, to the Lord.

Anything is a blessing which makes us pray.

I do believe we slander Christ when we think we are to draw the people by something else but the preaching of Christ crucified.

Christians are not so much in danger when they are persecuted as when they are admired.

Patience! patience! You are always in a hurry, but God is not.

All interest in disease and death is only another expression of interest in life.

I’m the only talk show host, I think, if there’s such a category in, what’s called, the book of records, to have a guest die while we were taping the show, yeah.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

If you believe Jesus ever had a good word for war or torture or tax cuts for the rich, or raping the earth, or refusing water to dying migrants, then you might as well believe bunnies lay painted eggs.

I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.

A living thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taking place in it.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.