Money never stays with me. It would burn me if it did. I throw it out of my hands as soon as possible, lest it should find its way into my heart.

When I have money, I get rid of it quickly, lest it find a way into my heart.

I saw that giving even all my life to God (supposing it possible to do this and go no further) would profit me nothing unless I gave my heart, yea, all my heart, to Him.

O never give me over to my own heart's desires, nor let me follow my own imaginations!

Catch on fire and people will come for miles to see you burn.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.