“We feel that we are highly blessed.”

Thanks be to God, not–only for ‘rivers of endless joys above, but for ‘rills of comfort here below.’

The future is a bright as the promises of God.

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 am blessed with a long ancestry of wisdom, prophecy, and promise, a line of overwhelming creative achievements, courage, humor, and, above all, a dogged and chronic permanence, the greatest legacy of all.

The Christmas spirit brings home to us-or should bring home to us-the profound Biblical truth that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Anything which inspires unselfishness makes for our ennoblement. Christmas does that. I am all for Christmas.

My wife Shanti and I are blessed with two wonderful daughters. Nothing is more important to us than protecting their future and the future of every Arkansas child.

Laying down one’s rights- meekness- is a blessed virtue, one that must surely come straight from the Throne of Grace.

When my body gets to the point where I can no longer function or feel gratitude, then I’ll leave it and become grateful again. But until then, I will appreciate what I have and not whine about what I don’t have,

Would the Holy One, Blessed is he, dispense judgment without justice? But we may say that he whom God loves will be chastised.

Our historical bequest is sublime. I have inherited a fragmented but highly creative exile and, since 1948, a home.

The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.