I preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men.

Teaching is no joke, sonny! ... Comforting truths, they call it! Truth is meant to save you first, and the comfort comes afterwards. Besides, you've no right to call that sort of thing comfort. Might as well talk about condolences! The Word of God is a red-hot iron. And you who preach it 'ud go picking it up with a pair of tongs, for fear of burning yourself, you daren't get hold of it with both hands. It's too funny! Why, the priest who descends from the pulpit of Truth, with a mouth like a hen's vent, a little hot but pleased with himself, he's not been preaching: at best he's been purring like a tabby-cat. Mind you that can happen to us all, we're all half asleep, it's the devil to wake us up, sometimes — the apostles slept all right at Gethsemane. Still, there's a difference... And mind you many a fellow who waves his arms and sweats like a furniture-remover isn't necessarily any more awakened than the rest. On the contrary. I simply mean that when the Lord has drawn from me some word for the good of souls, I know, because of the pain of it.

It is the business of a virtuous clergy to censure vice in every appearance of it.

Through memory to knowledge on the way to stars that are stepping down to the stuffy rooms of modern bureaucrats, illuminating their ceilings, their horizons where everything is easily resolved by the piles of paper and recipes for how to live, create, run, eat, breathe, learn how to love, how to make love, how to sleep, how to dream, how happiness is achieved under the artificial stars of the new sky that emerged from the bureaucratic rooms of aspiring and impotent minds, unable to love, even though they had all their life to learn what they preach.

We cause havoc to our society when we only preach miracles.

True preaching demonstrate the Spirit's power.

Who is preaching the living word today?

May God give us much more grace eagerly devote ourselves for the Great Commission.

Practice yourself what you preach.

None preaches better than the ant, and she says nothing.

He preaches well that lives well, quoth Sancho, that's all the divinity I can understand.

Never preach beyond your experience.

Every man is a priest, even involuntarily; his conduct is an unspoken sermon, which is forever preaching to others.

Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.

Goodness that preaches undoes itself.