Men Are Immortal Till Their Work Is

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.

This Generation Can Only Reach This Generation.

All I Can Say In My Solitude Is, May Heaven's Rich Blessing Come Down On Every One - American, English, Turk - Who Will Help To Heal This Open Sore Of The World.

Shall I Tell You What Supported Me Through All Those Years Of Exile Among A People Whose Language I Could Not Understand And Whose Attitude Towards Me We Always Uncertain And Often Hostile? It Was This: "lo, I Am With You Alway, Even Unto The End Of The World".

I Am A Missionary, Heart And Soul. God Had An Only Son, And He Was A Missionary And A Physician. I Am A Poor, Poor Imitation Of Him, Or Wish To Be. In This Service I Hope To Live; In It I Wish To Die!