I have so much to do today that I must set apart more time than usual to pray.

God is a blank sheet upon which nothing is found but what you yourself have written.

Grant that I may not pray alone with the mouth; help me that I may pray from the depths of my heart.

How can a reason which hates God be called sound?

May a merciful God preserve me from a Christian Church in which everyone is a saint! I want to be and remain in the church and little flock of the fainthearted, the feeble and the ailing, who feel and recognize the wretchedness of their sins, who sigh and cry to God incessantly for comfort and help, who believe in the forgiveness of sins.

No other God have I but thee, born in a manger, died on a tree.

I simply taught, preached, wrote God's Word: otherwise I did nothing. The Word of God did it all.