Apathy is the acceptance of the unacceptable.

We should not ask, ‘What is wrong with the world?’ for that diagnosis has already been given. Rather we should ask, “What has happened to salt and light?

A Christian should resemble a fruit tree with real fruit, not a Christmas tree with decorations tied on

We must allow the Word of God to confront us, to disturb our security, to undermine our complacency and to overthrow our patterns of thought and behavior.

The purpose of prayer is emphatically not to bend God's will to ours, but rather to align our will to his.

We must be global Christians with a global vision because our God is a global God.

What we need is not more learning, not more eloquence, not more persuasion, not more organization, but more power from the Holy Spirit.

We are sent into the world, like Jesus, to serve. For this is the natural expression of our love for our neighbors. We love. We go. We serve.

The Christian's chief occupational hazards are depression and discouragement.

Sin and the child of God are incompatible. They may occasionally meet; they cannot live together in harmony

Christians who neglect the Bible simply do not mature.

Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.

Time is measured in meaning

It's not a stereotype if it's always true.

My eyes are different sizes, my nose is too broad at the bridge and squishes up when I laugh, and my lips are sorta funny when I smile.

One of the signs (you) displayed (said): QUESTION AUTHORITY. Comments or slogans of this nature cannot and will not be condoned.

The smallest good act today is the capture of a strategic point from which, a few months later, you may be able to go on to victories you never dreamed of.

Geometry is the art of correct reasoning from incorrectly drawn figures.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

The iPad is the clearest expression of our vision of the future of personal computing.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.