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.
After all is said that can be said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrading upon the individual, the family, politics and business, and upon everything that you touch in this old world.
There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.
The trouble with many men is that they have got just enough religion to make them miserable. If there is not joy in religion, you have got a leak in your religion.
You can’t raise the standard of women’s morals by raising their pay envelope. It lies deeper than that.
More men fail through lack of purpose than lack of talent.
Hypocrites in the Church? Yes, and in the lodge and at the home. Don’t hunt through the Church for a hypocrite. Go home and look in the mirror. Hypocrites? Yes. See that you make the number one less.
Home is the place we love best and grumble the most.