Christians are made, not born.
If the Tiber rises too high, or the Nile too low, the remedy is always feeding Christians to the lions.
Where our work is, there let our joy be.
Hope is patience with the lamp lit.
Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.
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?