“The bible is a remarkable fountain: the more one draws and drinks of it, the more it stimulates thirst.”

It’s not what I don’t know that bothers me – it’s what I do know and don’t do!

Either sin is with you, lying on your shoulders, or it is lying on Christ, the Lamb of God. Now if it is lying on your back, you are lost; but if it is resting on Christ, you are free, and you will be saved. Now choose what you want.

If ever the church is to flourish again, one must begin by instructing the young.

If ever the church is to flourish again, one must begin by instructing the young.

If ever the church is to flourish again, one must begin by instructing the young.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

A lie is like a snowball: the further you roll it the bigger it becomes.

The sin underneath all our sins is to trust the lie of the serpent that we cannot trust the love and grace of Christ and must take matters into our own hands.

Many pass for saints on earth whose souls are in hell.

If the earth is fit for laughter then surely heaven is filled with it. Heaven is the birthplace of laughter.

The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me.

Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.

Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.

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

If I read as many books as most men do, I would be as dull-witted as they are.

Bad books engender bad habits, but bad habits engender good books.

We don’t truly know anyone or everything if we did, we wouldn’t need books.

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

Beware the man of a single book.

She was a open book, what a shame it was that most men were illiterate.

How is it that you can love somebody even more with time? Because the longer the story, my love, the more you fill the book.

Stardust collected was found in the crumpled pages of my books, for I travelled in all the realms through them.