“No mind, no wisdom–tempora ry mind, temporary wisdom–eternal mind, eternal wisdom.”

I settled down in the full persuasion, that the immersion of a professing believer in Christ is the only Christian baptism.

I never prayed sincerely and earnestly for anything but it came at some time

“to industry.’ Let us change the word, ‘industry,’ to ‘persevering prayer,’ and the motto will be more Christian and more worthy of universal adoption.

Our prayers run along one road and God’s answers by another, and by and by they meet.

Ought to be ‘Devoted for Life.’

If I had not felt certain that every additional trial was ordered by infinite love and mercy

A true disciple inquires not whether a fact is agreeable to his own reason.

Nothing is impossible,’ said one of the seven sages of Greece.

The motto for every missionary, whether preacher, printer, or schoolmaster.

We prefer one room in Rangoon to six in Boston.

And at the end of twenty years you may hear from us again.

After many painful trials, which none can know,

A man might study all his life long, and make no proficiency.

I am not tired of my work, neither am I tired of the world; yet, when Christ calls me home,

I feel it is my duty to plod on, while daylight shall last.

His pride has yielded to the divine testimony.

The very words he uses are designed to awaken in them a new sense: the sense of the eternal.

However brief and close to the earth his words sound, they echo throughout infinite eternity and permeate the faith of his followers with their eternal content.

It is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.

I have an official record. I have the Word of God: “These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God: that ye may know that ye have eternal life.”

To sense the ultimate in the common and the simple: to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.

To sense the ultimate in the common and the simple, to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.

It is a day on which we are called upon to share in what is eternal in time, to turn from the results of creation to the mystery of creation; from the world of creation to the creation of the world.

Spiritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time.