God’s followers need to know the truth He sets forth in His Word so that we can confidently discern between His truth and Satan’s lies.

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

Deception and privileged secrets are common facets of politics.

Law is a bottomless pit.

And all of the big shots of the car industry are there, strutting their stuff. And that year, they're feeling especially good because cars were selling more than ever before.

Crimes lead into one another. They who are capable of being forgers, are capable of being incendiaries.

It would be horrible to live with someone who didn't like the same things you like.

Sometimes I write, but once it's done, I usually find my writing to be so bad that I hide it somewhere and never look at it again.

When a piece is done, I mix it before going on to any other piece

I never deal in transformations, for they are not honest, and no respectable sorceress likes to make things appear to be what they are not.

After a week of the contained chaos that is my job, I need some solitary running time. On Sundays, I can unwind and reconnect with the natural world.

That translucent alabaster of our memories.