I have found that I have no unusual endowments of intellect, but this day I resolve that I will be an uncommon Christian.

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.

Death alone will put a stop to my effort!

It is hard to work for years with pure motives, and all the time be looked upon by most of those to whom our lives are devoted as having some sinister object in view.

If we have not enough in our religion . . . to share it with all the world, it is doomed here at home.

I am willing to go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere-provided it be forward.