If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

Can we follow the Savior far, who have no wound or scar?

The saddest thing one meets is a nominal Christian.

Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

Thank God, He doesn't measure out grace in teaspoons.

To me there is no more tragic sight than the average missionary. …We have given so much, yet not the one thing that counts; we aspire so high, and fall so low; we suffer so much, but so seldom with Christ; we have done so much and so little will remain; we have known Christ in part, and have so effectively barricaded our hearts against His mighty love, which surely He must yearn to give His disciples above all people.

And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, my Father, Until it be according unto mine? But, no, Lord, no, that never shall be, rather I pray Thee blend my human will with Thine. I pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longing, I pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desire— See in my quiet places, wishes thronging— Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.