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

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.

Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can

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.

I went to America to convert the Indians, but, oh, who shall convert me? Who, what, is he that will deliver me from this evil heart of unbelief?

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