The discussion of prayer is so great that it requires the Father to reveal it, His firstborn Word to teach it, and the Spirit to enable us to think and speak rightly of so great a subject.

Although Christ was God, he took flesh; and having been made man, he remained what he was, God.

You yourself are even another little world and have within you the sun and the moon and also the stars.

What good does it do me if Christ was born in Bethlehem once if he is not born again in my heart through faith?

The physical voice we use in prayer need not be great nor startling; even should we not lift up any great cry or shout, God will yet hear us.

Now the true soldiers of Christ must always be prepared to do battle for the truth, and must never, so far as lies with them, allow false convictions to creep in.

What each man honours before all else, what before all things he admires and loves, this for him is God.

The human heart is no small thing, for it can embrace so much.

Those who believe the Author of Nature to be also the Author of Scripture must expect to find in Scripture the same sorts of difficulties that they find in Nature.

Where there is division, there is sin.

Conscience is the chamber of justice.

In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance.

Our main mandate in our place of work is to make sure that the people open up their hearts to others

...make sure if you're working hard at something it's in a subject you actually want to remember something about ten years later.

When forces of nature are involved, fate gets all the blame.

Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

There are people in life, who show you how to live. There are people in life, who show you how to die.

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on.

I take references from the past and flip them.