Each betrayal begins with trust.

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

It is a tremendously hard thing to pray aright, yea, it is verily the science of all sciences.

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

Peace if possible, truth at all costs.

Christ and his word can hardly be recognized because of the great vermin of human ordinances. However, let this suffice for the time being on their lies against doctrine or faith.

That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to sleep without caring for tomorrow's lodging, calmly clinging to his little twig, and leaving God to think for him.