There are multitudes in our congregations who are just waiting while they ought to be acting. They must work, if they would have God work in them. There can be no religion without obedience.

The Holy Spirit would lead us to think much upon our own sins . It is a dangerous thing for us to dwell upon the imperfections of others.

Spiritual pride is the worst of all pride, if it is not the worst snare of the devil. The heart is peculiarly deceitful on just this one thing.

You must make your choice whether to hold on to some thing which cannot save you, or let go, and fall into the hands of the Lord.

My observation continues to confirm me more and more in the opinion, that to experience religion is to experience the truth of the great doctrines of Divine grace.

It is a great truth, " God reigns," and therefore grace reigns through righteousness unto eternal life, by Jesus Christ our Lord; and, therefore, no sinner on earth need ever despair.

There is no reason to believe that the Holy Spirit ever leaves awakened sinners, only as they leave the truth of God for some error or sin.

When a sinner has any just sense of his condition, as alienated from a holy God, he will not be apt to think of the unpardonable sin.

Leo grabbed the neasrest thing he could find- a Porta-Potty seat- and threw it at the face. Leve me alone!

He who is greedy is always in want.

That's what I'm gonna do: quit gradually...I'm gonna lose one lung; little while later I'm gonna lose the other one.

No lake so still but it has its wave. No circle so perfect but that it has its blur. I would change things for you if I could; As I can't you must take them as they are.

When you sit on something trying to preserve it, you die and become sterile.

The crowning characteristic of love is always loyalty

I want to drive! I love to drive! I drive at home in Barbados.

What we experience in Colombia is fratricide, we fight ourselves and it demonstrates the priority of hatred over peace and reconciliation.

When you get to be my age, you begin to count how many Mays you have left - the best time of year for flowers and birds in North America.

Poor Britons, there is some good in them after all - they produced an oyster.