“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.”

He [Christ] died for me. He made His righteousness mine and made my sin His own; and if He made my sin His own, then I do not have it, and I am free.

The whole being of any Christian is faith and love. Faith brings the person to God, love brings the person to people.

God creates out of nothing. Therefore, until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him.

Show me where a man spends his time & money, and I’ll show you his god.

The kingdom of God does not consist in talk, but in power, that is, in works and practice. God loves the ‘doers of the word’ in faith and love, and not the ‘mere hearers,’ who, like parrots, have learned to utter certain expressions with readiness.

I simply taught, preached, wrote God’s Word: otherwise I did nothing. The Word of God did it all.

Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.

The highest and most precious treasure we receive of God is, that we can speak, hear, see, etc; but how few acknowledge these as God’s special gifts, much less give God thanks for them.

If we Christians would join the Wise Men, we must close our eyes to all that glitters before the world and look rather on the despised and foolish things, help the poor, comfort the despised, and aid the neighbor in his need.

Ah, if I could only pray the way that dog looks at meat.

Peace if possible, truth at all costs.

Prayer is climbing up into the heart of God.

One is not righteous who does much, but the one who, without work, believes much in Christ. The law says, ‘Do this,’ and it is never done. Grace says, ‘Believe in this,’ and everything is already done.

We need to hear the Gospel every day, because we forget it every day.

A preacher must be both soldier and shepherd. He must nourish, defend, and teach; he must have teeth in his mouth, and be able to bite and fight.

We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished.

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.

Books: our unfailing companions.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

My heart woke me crying last night how can I help I begged my heart said-write the book.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.

There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.