The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God

If the sky stands still, if the earth quakes, if there is famine, if there is pestilence, at once the cry is raised: Throw the Christians to the lions! So many to one?

The usual complaint is, 'I have no other way of earning a living.' The harsh reply can be, 'Do you have to live?'

Whatever is born is the work of God. So whatever is plastered on, is the devil's work.... How unworthy of the Christian name it is to wear a fictitious face - you on whom simplicity in every form is enjoined! You, to whom lying with the tongue is not lawful, are lying in appearance.

Those who fled will fight another time.

Christians are made, not born.