Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.

Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.

I care not where I go, or how I live, or what I endure so that I may save souls. When I sleep I dream of them; when I awake they are first in my thoughts.

All my desire was the conversion of the heathen… I declare, now I am dying, I would not have spent my life otherwise for the whole world.

Here am I, send me; send me to the ends of the earth; send me to the rough, the savage pagans of the wilderness; send me from all that is called comfort on earth; send me even to death itself, if it be but in Thy service, and to promote Thy kingdom.

This morning about nine I withdrew to the woods for prayer. I was in such anguish that when I arose from my knees I felt extremely weak and overcome. …I cared not how or where I lived, or what hardships I went through, so that I could but gain souls for Christ.

No amount of scholastic attainment, of able and profound exposition of brilliant and stirring eloquence can atone for the absence of a deep impassioned sympathetic love for human souls.

We are a long time in learning that all our strength and salvation is in God.

This day I am twenty-four years of age. Oh! how much mercy have I received the year past! How often has God “caused his goodness to pass before me!” And how poorly have I answered the vows I made one year since, to be wholly the Lord’s, to be for ever devoted to his service!

It is sweet to be nothing and less than nothing that Christ may be all in all.

If you hope for happiness in the world, hope for it from God, and not from the world.

Worldly pleasures, such as flow from greatness, riches, honors, and sensual gratifications, are infinitely worse than none.

The idea that everything would happen exactly as it does regardless of whether we pray or not is a specter that haunts the minds of many who sincerely profess belief in God. It makes prayer psychologically impossible, replacing it with dead ritual at best.

As long as I see any thing to be done for God, life is worth having; but O how vain and unworthy it is to live for any lower end!

When you cease from labor, fill up your time in reading, meditation, and prayer: and while your hands are laboring, let your heart be employed, as much as possible, in divine thoughts.

In the silences I make in the midst of the turmoil of life I have appointments with God. From these silences I come forth with spirit refreshed, and with a renewed sense of power. I hear a voice in the silences, and become increasingly aware that it is the voice of God.

God was so precious to my soul that the world with all its enjoyments appeared vile. I had no more value for the favor of men than for pebbles.

Oh that I could spend every moment of my life to God’s glory.

I love to live on the brink of eternity.

I wanted not the favor of man to lean upon; for I knew Christ’s favor was infinitely better.

My circumstances are such that In have no comfort of any kind, but what I have in God.

There is a God in heaven who overrules all things for the best; and this is the comfort of my soul. . . How blessed it is to grow more and more like God!

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

There is nothing in the world worth living for but doing good and finishing God’s work, doing the work that Christ did. I see nothing else in the world that can yield any satisfaction besides living to God, pleasing Him, and doing his whole will.

The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.

Give yourself to prayer, to reading and meditation on divine truths: strive to penetrate to the bottom of them and never be content with a superficial knowledge.

My soul, by the strength of the Lord, rose far above this lower world, and all the vain amusements and frightful disappointments of it.