“It is not so much the greatness of our troubles, as the littleness of our spirit, which makes us complain.”

When the heart submits, then Jesus reigns. When Jesus reigns, there is rest.

The branch of the vine does not worry, and toil, and rush here to seek for sunshine, and there to find rain. No; it rests in union and communion with the vine…Let us so abide in the Lord Jesus.

There has never been a successful social movement for any minority without the support of the majority.

The real secret of an unsatisfied life lies too often in an unsurrendered will.

If the Lord is coming soon, is this not a very practical motive for greater missionary effort? I know of no other motive that has been so stimulating to myself.

I used to ask God to help me. Then I asked if I might help Him to do His work through me.

God’s work is not man working for God; it is God’s own work, though often wrought through man’s hands.

Unless there is an element of risk in our exploits for God, there is no need for faith.

God is not looking for men of great faith, He is looking for common men to trust His great faithfulness.

Let us never forget that what we are is more important than what we do.

Christ liveth in me. And how great the difference…instead of bondage, liberty; instead of failure, quiet victories within; instead of fear and weakness, a restful sense of sufficiency in Another.

I have seen many men work without praying, though I have never seen any good come out of it; but I have never seen a man pray without working.

One difficulty follows another very fast – but God reigns, not chance.

Believing prayer will lead to whole-hearted action.

When I cannot read, when I cannot think, when I cannot even pray, I can trust.

As a rule, prayer is answered and funds come in, but if we are kept waiting, the spiritual blessing that is the outcome is far more precious than exemption from the trial.

I feel like all my songs slept-on. I’m not complainin’, but I just wanna drop more heat.

Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain – and most fools do. But it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.

A saint realizes that it is God who engineers his circumstances; consequently there are no complaints, only unrestrained surrender to Jesus.

The story goes that a public sinner was excommunicated and forbidden entry to the church. He took his woes to God. ‘They won’t let me in, Lord, because I am a sinner.’ ‘What are you complaining about?’ said God. ‘They won’t let Me in either.

He who complains, sins.

Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world.

It is a great imperfection to complain unceasingly of little things.

Listen, if my career was to end tomorrow, I would have no complaints whatsoever.