“Get to the end of yourself where you can do nothing, but where He does everything.”

Jesus Christ carries on intercession for us in heaven; the Holy Ghost carries on intercession in us on earth; and we the saints have to carry on intercession for all men.

No healthy Christian ever chooses suffering; he chooses God’s will, as Jesus did, whether it means suffering or not.

God will never reveal more truth about himself until you have obeyed what you know already

Perseverance is more than endurance. It is endurance combined with absolute assurance and certainty that what we are looking for is going to happen.

If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.

The way to grow strong in Christ is to become weak in yourself.

Spiritual maturity is not reached by the passing of the years, but by obedience to the will of God.

Measure your growth in grace by your sensitiveness to sin.

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

The main characteristic which is the proof of the indwelling Spirit is an amazing tenderness in personal dealing, and a blazing truthfulness with regard to God’s Word.

We have to pray with our eyes on God, not on the difficulties.

The proof that our relationship is right with God is that we do our best whether we feel inspired or not.

The truth is we have nothing to fear and nothing to overcome because He is all in all and we are more than conquerors through Him.

Never allow anything that divides or destroys the oneness of your life with Christ to remain in your life without facing it.

The great thing about faith in God is that it keeps a man undisturbed in the midst of disturbance.

It never cost a disciple anything to follow Jesus; to talk about cost when you are in love with anyone is an insult.

Illusion throughout is illusion. There is no end to it, just as there is no end to imagination.

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

As long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end.

We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.

Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.

All troubles come to an end when the ego dies

What will the present chaos lead to? How will it all end? It can only end in one way. Mankind will be sick of it all.