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

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

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.

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

I realized that my life was to be one of simple, childlike faith, and that my part was to trust, not to do. I was to trust in Him and He would work in me to do His good pleasure. From that time my life was different.

Nail the colours to the mast! That is the right thing to do, and, therefore, that is what we must do, and do it now. What colours? The colours of Christ, the work He has given us to do- the evangelization of all the unevangelized.

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