Without Christ, Not One Step; With Him,

I Determined Never To Stop Until I Had Come To The End And Achieved My Purpose.

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.

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

It Is Emphatically No Sacrifice. Say Rather It Is A Privilege. Anxiety, Sickness, Suffering, Or Danger, Now And Then, With A Foregoing Of The Common Conveniences And Charities Of This Life, May Make Us Pause, And Cause The Spirit To Waver, And The Soul To Sink; But Let This Only Be For A Moment. All These Are Nothing When Compared With The Glory Which Shall Be Revealed In And For Us. I Never Made A Sacrifice.

I Am Immortal Till My Work Is Accomplished