Let him who wants a true church cling to the Word by which everything is upheld.

The multitude of books is a great evil. There is no limit to this fever for writing.

The irony is I stopped going to church a few weeks later.

This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified.

I compare it with a lie, which like to a snowball, the longer it is rolled the greater it becomes.

Whoever wishes to be a Christian, let him pluck out the eyes of his reason.

In a mouse we admire God's creation and craft work. The same may be said about flies.