Now let me burn out for God.

The man who pauses in his honesty wants little of a villain.

The spirit of Christ is the spirit of missions. The nearer we get to Him, the more intensely missionary we become.

My soul, alas, needs these uneasinesses in outward things, to be driven to take refuge in God.

I see no business in life but the work of Christ.

Perhaps, some day, humanity can start afresh, a new world, a tabula rasa, a world with a mind without prior experiences. No memories and no pain. A day when the ones with abundance do not look down at the poor and the needy, a day when we learn to care for the victims, the fallen souls of civilization and advancement, a day when the world will be pure. When all of humanity becomes a clean sheet of parchment, without knowledge and prejudice, simple, hungry for knowing, tasting, and feeling; hungry for life and ready to absorb the ink of experience.

If [God] has work for me to do, I cannot die.