Only a very few can be learned, but all can be Christian, all can be devout, and – I shall boldly add – all can be theologians.

So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive.

Man is to man either a god or a wolf.

God has administered to us of the present age, a bitter draught and a harsh physician, on account of our abounding infirmities.

A nail is driven out by another nail. Habit is overcome by habit.

Apothegms are in history, the same as pearls in the sand, or gold in the mine.

It's the generally accepted privilege of theologians to stretch the heavens, that is the Scriptures, like tanners with a hide.