It is not so much the greatness of our troubles, as the littleness of our spirit, which makes us complain.

I used to ask God to help me. Then I asked if I might help Him to do His work through me.

If I had a thousand pounds, China should have it. If I had a thousand lives, China should have them. No! Not China, but Christ. Can we do too much for Him?

I often think that God must have been looking for someone small enough and weak enough for Him to use, and that He found me.

Are you in a hurry, flurried, distressed? Look up! See the Man in the Glory! Let the face of Jesus shine upon you—the face of the Lord Jesus Christ. Is He worried, troubled, distressed? There is no wrinkle on His brow, no least shade of anxiety. Yet the affairs are His as much as yours.

If we wait till we run no risk, the gospel will never be introduced into the interior.

Satan may build a hedge about us and fence us in and hinder our movements, but he cannot roof us in and prevent our looking up.