Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.

As to my success here I cannot say much as yet: the Indians seem generally kind, and well-disposed towards me, and are mostly very attentive to my instructions, and seem willing to be taught further.

This morning about nine I withdrew to the woods for prayer. I was in such anguish that when I arose from my knees I felt extremely weak and overcome. ...I cared not how or where I lived, or what hardships I went through, so that I could but gain souls for Christ.

As long as I see anything to be done for God, life is worth having; but O how vain and unworthy it is to live for any lower end!

I fear God never showed mercy to one so vile as I.

Oh, how precious is time! And how guilty it makes me feel when I think I have trifled away and misimproved it, or neglected to fill up each part of it with duty to the utmost of my ability and capacity

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.