I have no use for cranks who despise music, because it is a gift of God. Music drives away the Devil and makes people joyful; they forget thereby all wrath, unchastity, arrogance, and the like. Next after theology, I give to music the highest place and the greatest honor.

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.

It is not I that smite, stab, and slay, but God and my prince, for my hand and my body are now their servants.

And though this world with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us.

The conscience is eternal and never dies. Peace if possible, but truth at any rate.

If the devil were wise enough and would stand by in silence and let the gospel be preached, he would suffer less harm. For when there is no battle for the gospel it rusts and it finds no cause and no occasion to show its vigor and power. Therefore, nothing better can befall the gospel than that the world should fight it with force and cunning.

Feelings come, and feelings go, and feelings are deceiving. My warrant is the Word of God, naught else is worth believing.