We have one life; it soon will be past; what we do for God is all that will last.

We must divorce Chocolate and Disobedience, and marry Faith and Heroism.

The “romance” of a missionary is often made up of monotony and drudgery; there often is no glamour in it; it doesn’t stir a man’s spirit or blood. So don’t come out to be a missionary as an experiment; it is useless and dangerous. Only come if you feel you would rather die than not come. Don’t come if you want to make a great name or want to live long. Come if you feel there is no greater honor, after living for Christ, than to die for Him.

Let us not glide through this world and then slip quietly into heaven, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Let us see to it that the devil will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle.

If Jesus Christ be God and died for me, then no sacrifice can be too great for me to make for Him.

Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.

How little chance the Holy Ghost has nowadays. The churches and missionary societies have so bound Him in red tape that they practically ask Him to sit in a corner while they do the work themselves.

Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible.

Had I cared for the comments of people, I should never have been a missionary.

The light that shines farthest shines brightest nearest home.