My life is one long daily, hourly record of answered prayer. For physical health, for mental overstrain, for guidance given marvelously, for errors and dangers averted, for enmity to the Gospel subdued, for food provided at the exact hour needed, for everything that goes to make up life and my poor service. I can testify, with a full and often wonder-stricken awe, that I believe God answers prayer.

Christ sent me to preach the gospel and he will look after the results.

The secret of all failure is disobedience.

If you are ever inclined to pray for a missionary, do it at once, wherever you are.

Christ never was in a hurry. There was no rushing forward, no anticipating, no fretting over what might be. Each day's duties were done as each day brought them, and the rest was left with God.

What would I do with starry crowns except to cast them at His feet?

When you think of the woman's power, you forget the power of the woman's God. I shall go on.