Missionary life is simply a chance to die.

One can't save and then pitchfork souls into heaven... Souls are more or less securely fastened to bodies... And as you can't get the souls out and deal with them separately, you have to take them both together.

If souls can suffer alongside, and I hardly know it, because the spirit of discernment is not in me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

I would rather burn out than rust out.

We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.

If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself, if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have "a heart at leisure from itself," then I know nothing of Calvary love.

I wish thy way. And when in me myself should rise, and long for something otherwise, Then Lord, take sword and spear And slay.