When God wants to speak and deal with us, he does not avail himself of an angel but of parents, or the pastor, or of our neighbor.

We are but the instruments or assistants, by whom God works.

But Satan, the god of all dissension, stirreth up daily new sects, and last of all (which of all other I should never have foreseen or once suspected) he hath raised up a sect of such as teach that the Ten Commandments ought to be taken out of the church, and that men should not be terrified with the law, but gently exerted by the preaching of the grace of Christ.

We must beat the Gospel into peoples' heads incessantly because it's the one thing we're prone to forget.

I only ask in all kindness that the man who wishes at this time to have my books will by no means let them be a hindrance to his own study of the Scriptures, but read them as I read the orders and the ordures of the pope and the books of the sophists.

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

Angels are our true and trusty servants, performing offices and works that one poor miserable mendicant would be ashamed to do for another.