I would I had a thousand lives that I might give them to ... China!

A young man should ask himself not if it is his duty to go to the heathen, but if he may dare stay at home. The command is so plain: “Go.”

I have a firm conviction that I am immortal until my work is done.

It is a great mistake to say that the Chinese are not hospitable. A more graceful, hearty hospitality than that of the Chinese I have met in no land.

Surely there can be no greater joy than that of saving souls.

Why should we not ... instead of the paltry offerings we make, do something that will prove that we are really in earnest in claiming to be followers of him who, though he was rich, for our sake became poor?

What we want is not power, but simply combination in order to elicit the largest possible giving.