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

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.

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

I am a missionary, heart and soul.

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.

Providence seems to call me to the regions beyond

Fastings and vigils without a special object in view are time run to waste.