We know that death never skips or spares anybody and that no one ever returns. And yet we go on like the blind, who see as little at midday as in the pitch-dark night. We do not take these examples to heart; we do not realize that today or tomorrow our turn will come.
For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel.
How can a reason which hates God be called sound?
The Pope is a mere tormentor of conscience. The assembly of his greased and religious crew in praying was altogether like the croaking of frogs, which edified nothing at all.
The gospel cannot be truly preached without offense and tumult.
False preachers are worse than deflowerers of virgins.
Great thieves go Scott-free, as the Pope and his crew.
The devil and temptations also do give occasion unto us somewhat to learn and understand the Scriptures, by experience and practice. Without trials and temptations we should never understand anything thereof; no, not although we diligently read and heard the same.
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 whole Turkish empire is nothing else but a crust cast by Heaven’s great Housekeeper to His dogs.
Poverty hath slain a thousand, but riches have slain ten thousand. They are very uncertain, they promise that which they cannot perform, neither can they afford a contented mind.
When asked what he would do if he knew the world would end tomorrow, Martin Luther said, “I would plant a tree.”
Everything that is done in the world is done by hope. No merchant or tradesman would set himself to work if he did not hope to reap benefit thereby.
Faith is permitting ourselves to be seized by the things that we do not see.
It is not imitation that makes sons. It is sonship that make imitators.
One learns more of Christ in being married and rearing children than in several lifetimes spent in study in a monastery.
Why do you rant and brag with such a spate of words, as if you wanted to overwhelm me with a sort of tempest and deluge of oratory-which nevertheless falls with the greater force on your own head, while my ark rides aloft in safety?
I shall never be a heretic; I may err in dispute, but I do not wish to decide anything finally; on the other hand, I am not bound by the opinions of men.
Blood alone moves the wheels of history.
When I am angry I can pray well and preach well.