To be aroused in the dark by five feet of cold, green snake gliding over one's face is unpleasant.

Anywhere, provided it be forward-- farther still farther into the night.

Cannot the love of Christ carry the missionary where the slave-trade carries the trader? I shall open up a path to the interior or perish.

All I can say in my solitude is, May Heaven's rich blessing come down on every one - American, English, Turk - who will help to heal this open sore of the world.

It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.

If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don't want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.

The best remedy for a sick church is to put it on a missionary diet.