“The Lord uses his flail of tribulation to separate the chaff from the wheat.”

Prayer is a shield to the soul.

We know not the matter of the things for which we should pray, neither the object to whom we pray, nor the medium by or through whom we pray; none of these things know we, but by the help and assistance of the Spirit.

A man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.

Afflictions make the heart more deep, more experimental, more knowing and profound, and so, more able to hold, to contain, and beat more.

I am content with what I have, little be it, or much.

No man, without trials and temptations, can attain a true understanding of the Holy Scriptures.

There is no way to kill a man’s righteousness but by his own consent.

The difference between true and false repentance lies in this: the man who truly repents cries out against his heart; but the other, as Eve, against the serpent, or something else.

The more he cast away, the more he had.

To run and work the law commands, but gives us neither feet nor hands. But better news the gospel brings, it bids us fly and gives us wings.

In times of affliction we commonly meet with the sweetest experiences of the love of God.

The man who does not know the nature of the Law, cannot know the nature of sin.

Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole.

An idle man’s brain is the devil’s workshop.

There can be but one will the master in our salvation, but that shall never be the will of man, but of God; therefore man must be saved by grace.

A saint abroad, and a devil at home.

I endorse only products I actually use. Like Wheaties keeps offering me money, but I don’t eat Wheaties, so I can’t do it. Now, if Rice Krispies or Frosted Flakes offered me a deal, I’d take it right away. Apple Jacks, I’d be on the box in a heartbeat. Apple Shaqs. Yeah.

Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure–wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes.

To bribe a farmer not to plant 38 acres with corn … seven weeks of salary for a Customs man assigned to save us from the terror of high-quality, low priced foreign TV sets, or the subsidy on 6,000 bushels of wheat to prop up the Soviet regime.

Newspaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

Nobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of the problem of wheat.

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.

My principal method for defeating error and heresy is by establishing the truth. One purposes to fill a bushel with tares, but if I can fill it first with wheat, I may defy his attempts.