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

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

The motto for every missionary, whether preacher, printer, or schoolmaster, ought to be ‘Devoted for Life.’

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

A mission to Rangoon we had been accustomed to regard with feelings of horror. But it was now brought to a point. We must either venture there or be sent to Europe.

The course that I have uniformly pursued, ever since I became a missionary, has been rather peculiar. In order to become an acceptable and eloquent preacher in a foreign language, I deliberately abjured my own. When I crossed the river, I burnt my ships.

The future is in our power. Let us, then, each morning, resolve to send the day into eternity in such a garb as we shall wish it to wear forever. And at night, let us reflect that one more day is irrevocably gone, indelibly marked.

You will readily believe me when I say that on leaving my country, I little imagined that I should ever become a Baptist. I had not indeed candidly examined the subject of baptism, but I had strong prejudices against the sect, that is everywhere spoken against.

Ah-rah-han, the first Buddhist apostle of Burma, under the patronage of King Anan-ra-tha-men-zan, disseminated the doctrines of atheism and taught his disciples to pant after annihilation as the supreme good.

I am persuaded that the chief reason why we do not enjoy religion is that we do not try to enjoy it.