“We must read our Bibles like men digging for hidden treasure.”

Wherever we may be, or whatever our circumstances, the Lord Jesus sees them. We are never beyond the reach of His care.

Praying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin, or sin will choke prayer.

The Lord Jesus is “a friend who never changes.” There is no fickleness about Him: those whom He loves, He loves to the end.

Imagination is the hotbed where this sin is too often hatched. Guard your thoughts, and there will be little fear about your actions.

To say that we are sorry for our sins is mere hypocrisy, unless we show that we are really sorry for them, by giving them up. Doing is the very life of repentance.

Trials are intended to make us think, to wean us from the world, to send us to the Bible, to drive us to our knees.

A religion that costs nothing is worth nothing. A cheap Christianity, without a cross, will prove in the end a useless Christianity, without a crown.

Live as if you thought that Christ might come at any time.

Let us be very careful that we never exalt any minister, or sermon, or book, or friend above the Word of God.

Never does a person see any beauty in Christ as a Savior, until they discover that they are a lost and ruined sinner.

HATE SIN! Instead of loving it, cleaving to it, excusing it, playing with it, we ought to hate it with a deadly hatred.

Prayer needs neither learning, wisdom or book knowledge to begin it. It needs nothing but heart and will.

The only way to be really happy in such a world as this, is to be ever casting all our cares on God.

Except a man be born again, he will wish one day he had never been born at all.

To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven.

I maintain that to tell a person they are born again, while they are living in carelessness or sin, is a dangerous delusion.

A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.

Women are never what they seem to be. There is the woman you see and there is the woman who is hidden. Buy the gift for the woman who is hidden.

May we never hide to comfort weak men.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

I am still learning to love all the parts of me you kept hidden.

Teach me to feel another’s woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

Growing up, it was kind of a struggle being small, since everyone would make fun of you – except for when it came to hide and seek: that’s the only advantage I ever had!

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.