If I could believe that God was not angry with me, I would stand on my head for joy.

The heart of religion lies in its personal pronouns.

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing: our helper He amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.

How great, therefore, the wickedness of human nature is! How many girls there are who prevent conception and kill and expel tender fetuses, although procreation is the work of God.

Heavy thoughts bring on physical maladies; when the soul is oppressed so is the body.

Singing has nothing to do with the affairs of this world: it is not for the law. Singers are merry, and free from sorrows and cares.

When the gospel flourishes in the church, everything flourishes with it.