“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good nameRobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.”

“Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord;Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word.Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own;Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.Once 'twas painful trying, Now 'tis perfect trust;Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost.Once 'twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast;Once 'twas constant drifting, Now my anchor's cast.Once 'twas busy planning, Now 'tis trustful prayer;Once 'twas anxious caring, Now He has the care.Once 'twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says;Once 'twas constant asking, Now 'tis ceaseless praise.Once it was my working, His it hence shall be;Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me.Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One;Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone.Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He's mine;Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine.Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail;And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the veil.”

“Give me neither poverty nor riches but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, "Who is the Lord?" Or I may become poor and steal and so dishonor the name of my God.”

“He who steals my purse steals my right to live," was the reply, "old saws to the contrary. For he steals my bread and meat and bed, and in doing so imperils my life.”

“God has created all things for good; all things for their greatest good; everything for its own good. What is the good of one is not the good of another; what makes one man happy would make another unhappy. God has determined, unless I interfere with His plan, that I should reach that which will be my greatest happiness. He looks on me individually, He calls me by my name, He knows what I can do, what I can best be, what is my greatest happiness, and He means to give it me.”

“I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.”