I Am Immortal Till My Work Is

To Be Aroused In The Dark By Five Feet Of Cold, Green Snake Gliding Over One's Face Is Unpleasant.

And Although I See Few Results, Future Missionaries Will See Conversions Following Every Sermon. May They Not Forget The Pioneers Who Worked In The Thick Gloom With Few Rays To Cheer, Except Such As Flow From Faith In The Precious Promises Of God's Word.

This Generation Can Only Reach This Generation.

The Best Remedy For A Sick Church Is To Put It On A Missionary Diet.

If We Have Not Enough In Our Religion . . . To Share It With All The World, It Is Doomed Here At Home.