Truly, if faith is there, the believer cannot hold back... he breaks out into good works.

There are only two days on my calendar... today and the day of judgment

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

Is it not a thing most abominable, that God who feeds so many mouths, should be held in such low esteem by me, that I will not trust him to feed me? Yea, that a guilder, thirty-eight cents, should be valued more highly than God, who pours out his treasures everywhere in rich profusion. For the world is full of God and his works. He is everywhere present with his gifts, and yet we will not trust in him, nor accept his visitation.

When my heart is cold and I cannot pray as I should I scourge myself with the thought of the impiety and ingratitude of my enemies, the Pope and his accomplices and vermin, and Zwingli, so that my heart swells with the righteous indignation and hatred and I can say with warmth and vehemence: 'Holy be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done!' And the hotter I grow the more ardent do my prayers become.

[The Psalms are] a Little Bible, wherein everything contained in the entire Bible is beautifully and briefly comprehended.

Great thieves go Scott-free, as the Pope and his crew.