Every time a lazy man looks towards heaven, the angels close the door.
It would be a Godsend if the church could smell a little gunpowder. A little persecution would be a good thing to get rid of the parasites and driftwood in the churches.
Enthusiasm for Jesus Christ is like the measles and diphtheria—it’s catching.
You sing “Calvary in Heaven,” and yet you put the wrong figures on the ledger book; you profess brotherly love, and yet slander your neighbor.
There is no use trying to build a revival on a bottle of booze and on skullduggery and intrigue. I’m just trying to clear away the debris now.
A lot of people will wear out ten pair of holdbacks and only one pair of tugs working for God.
Too many churches are frauds, four-flushers, excess baggage and false alarms.
The dude who splutters and splurges and spends his daddy’s dough, is the missing link between man and the monkey.
You say religion causes insanity; I say you’re a liar!