Since I have known God in a saving manner, painting, poetry, and music have had charms unknown to me before. I have received what I suppose is a taste for them, or religion has refined my mind and made it susceptible of impressions from the sublime and beautiful. O, how religion secures the heightened enjoyment of those pleasures which keep so many from God, by their becoming a source of pride!

Now let me burn out for God.

I am immortal until God's work for me to do is done. The Lord reigns.

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.

The power of gentleness is irresistible.

Even if I should never see a native converted, God may design by my patience and continuance in the Word to encourage future missionaries.