I [i.e., God] have given you baptism as a gift for the forgiveness of sins, and preach to you unceasingly by word of mouth concerning this treasure, sealing it with the Sacrament of my body and blood, so that you need never doubt. True, it seems little and insignificant that by the washing of water, the Word, and the Sacrament this should all be effected. But don't let your eyes deceive you.

I maintain that some Jew wrote it who probably heard about Christian people but never encountered any.

Two devils rose from the water, and flew off through the air, crying, 'Oh, oh, oh!' and turning one over another, in sportive mockery.

I more fear what is within me than what comes from without.

It is not I that smite, stab, and slay, but God and my prince, for my hand and my body are now their servants.

God's love gives in such a way that it flows from a Father's heart, the well-spring of all good. The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious; as among ourselves we say of even a trifling gift, "It comes from a hand we love," and look not so much at the gift as at the heart.

Feelings come, and feelings go, and feelings are deceiving. My warrant is the Word of God, naught else is worth believing.