Sin is too great an evil for man to meddle with. His attempts to remove it do but increase it, and his endeavours to approach God in spite of it aggravate his guilt.

You talk of being a believer, but you can't seem to trust anyone, not even God. You cling to your wealth as your security and carry the baggage of being unworthy, even though God loves you and has forgiven you. You should have listened a little closer to that sermon in church a couple of weeks back.

The Bible says a man's heart is desperately wicked, and who can know it? We're all capable of more evil than we realize.

When we sin or make a mistake, we try to learn from it. We don't hold on to it and nurse our feelings of unworthiness.

If you've messed up big - like me, like Isaiah - congratulations! You're at the top of God's talent-scouting list.

This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.

Sin is, somehow, at the root of all human misery. Sin is what keeps us from God and from life. It is in the face of every battered woman, the cry of every neglected child, the despair of every addict, the death of every victim of every war.

Bad people are, from the point of view of art, fascinating studies. They represent colour, variety and strangeness. Good people exasperate one's reason; bad people stir one's imagination.

The greatest enemy to human souls is the self-righteous spirit which makes men look to themselves for salvation.

We need a Savior. Christmas is an indictment before it becomes a delight.

Christmas is an indictment before it becomes a delight. It will not have its intended effect until we feel desperately the need for a Savior.

Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, that brought into this world a world of woe, sin and her shadow death, and misery, Death's harbinger.