Woman was merely man's helpmate, a function which pertains to her alone. She is not the image of God but as far as man is concerned, he is by himself the image of God.

Will is to grace as the horse is to the rider.

For what is the self-complacent man but a slave to his own self-praise.

What are kingdoms without justice? They're just gangs of bandits.

When regard for truth has been broken down or even slightly weakened, all things will remain doubtful.

Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence.

You have enemies. For who can live on this earth without them? Take heed to yourselves: love them. In no way can your enemy so hurt you by his violence, as you hurt yourself if you love him not.