So Preach That Those Who

When The Gospel Flourishes In The Church, Everything Flourishes With It.

Women Should Remain At Home, Sit Still, And Bear Children.

There Never Yet Have Been, Nor Are There Now, Too Many Good Books.

If The Devil Were Wise Enough And Would Stand By In Silence And Let The Gospel Be Preached, He Would Suffer Less Harm. For When There Is No Battle For The Gospel It Rusts And It Finds No Cause And No Occasion To Show Its Vigor And Power. Therefore, Nothing Better Can Befall The Gospel Than That The World Should Fight It With Force And Cunning.

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.