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

For five years we never went outside our doors without a volley of curses from our neighbours.

A good thing to have up your sleeve is a sanctified funny-bone.

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

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

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.

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