First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall. Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf.

They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.

Blood alone moves the wheels of history.

Those who turn proud when their praise is sounded, who seek their own glory, not Christ's, or those who are moved by slanders and by infamy, had better leave the ministry of the Word.

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.

Whoever sees Christ as a mirror of the Father's heart, actually walks through the world with new eyes.

A man would have to be an idiot to write a book of laws for an apple tree telling it to bear apples and not thorns, seeing that the apple-tree will do it naturally and far better than any laws or teaching can prescribe.