We know that death never skips or spares anybody and that no one ever returns. And yet we go on like the blind, who see as little at midday as in the pitch-dark night. We do not take these examples to heart; we do not realize that today or tomorrow our turn will come.

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

Some people need a fig-leaf on their mouths.

When Satan tells me I am a sinner he comforts me immeasurably, since Christ died for sinners.

The veneration of Mary is inscribed in the very depths of the human heart

For they who think they make an end of temptation by yeilding to it, only set themselves on fire the more.

The devil should not be allowed to keep all the best tunes for himself.