Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.

Better die an old maid, sister, than marry the wrong man.

Yank some of the groans out of your prayers and shove in some shouts.

The law tells me how crooked I am. Grace comes along and straightens me out.

The Bible will always be full of things you cannot understand, as long as you will not live according to those you can understand.

The reason you don't like the Bible, you old sinner, is because it knows all about you.

One reason sin flourishes is that it is treated like a cream puff instead of a rattlesnake.

Listen, I'm against sin. I'll kick it as long as I've got a foot, I'll fight it as long as I've got a fist, I've butt it as long as I've got a head, and I'll bite it as long as I've got a tooth. And when I'm old, fistless, footless, and toothless, I'll gum it till I go home to glory and it goes home to perdition.

Whenever a day comes when I can stand and preach God's Word without an agony of anxiety lest the people will not accept Christ; whenever a day comes when I can see men and women coming down the aisles without joy in my heart, I'll quit preaching.