Real Christians revel in desperate ventures for Christ, expecting from God great things and attempting the same with exhilaration.

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.

My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it.

Sometimes I feel... that my cross is heavy beyond endurance... My heart seems worn out and bruised beyond repair, and in my deep loneliness I often wish to be gone, but God knows best, and I want to do every ounce of work He wants me to do.

Cease your insults to God, quit consulting flesh and blood. Stop your lame, lying, and cowardly excuses. Enlist!

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

True religion is like the smallpox. If you get it, you give it to others and it spreads.