We have one life it soon will be past what we do for God is all that will last.

If Jesus Christ be God and died for me, then no sacrifice can be too great for me to make for Him.

Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell.

Funds are low again, hallelujah! That means God trusts us and is willing to leave His reputation in our hands.

How little chance the Holy Ghost has nowadays. The churches and missionary societies have so bound Him in red tape that they practically ask Him to sit in a corner while they do the work themselves.

Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible.

True religion is like the smallpox. If you get it, you give it to others and it spreads.

Had I cared for the comments of people, I should never have been a missionary.

The light that shines farthest shines brightest nearest home.

Cease your insults to God, quit consulting flesh and blood. Stop your lame, lying, and cowardly excuses. Enlist!

Prayer is good; but when used as a substitute for obedience, it is nothing but a blatant hypocrisy... Don't hedge! Time flies! ... Enlist!

And I got out of there without punching anyone, kicking anyone, or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you achieve.

Quidquid praecipies, esto brevis.(Whatever advice you give, be brief.)

My knowledge of Abuja is not as deep as my knowledge of Lagos.

If I am pushed I will push back, that is the way I am. I am very British. We don't like to be pushed around. When the chips are down we might have to step into grey areas.

A single gnomic line can come to resonate with centuries of subsequent wisdom.

Much of my work has come from being lazy.

If you want to be surrounded by Souls, become identified with your Soul. It takes one to know one!

Hephaestus glowered up at us. “I didn’t make you, did I?” Uh,” Annabeth said, “no, sir.” Good,” the god grumbled. “Shoddy workmanship.

It is not enough to want to make the effort... it's in the doing, not just the thinking that we accomplish our goals.

If architecture is the history of all phallic emotion, the Empire State Building is utter catharsis, and we are sitting in its silhouette.