“Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.”

Christians are made, not born.

Patience is God’s nature.

Those who fled will fight another time.

Custom without truth is error grown old.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

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?

Woman is a temple built over a sewer.

It is absolutely forbidden to repay evil with evil.

To forbid birth is only quicker murder.

It is certainly no part of religion to compel religion.

It is certain because it is possible.

A man becomes a Christian, he is not born one.

The blood of the Christians is seed.

We say, and we say openly, and while ye torture us, mangled and gory we cry out, “We worship God through Christ!” Believe Him a man: it is through Him and in Him that God willeth Himself to be known and worshipped.

Shall we carry a flag? It is a rival to Christ.

Now we allow that life begins with conception, because we contend that the soul also begins from conception; life taking its commencement at the same moment and place that the soul does.

How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge! They gnaw away at themselves constantly, and they have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

We need a common enemy to unite us.

Good habits make time your ally. Bad habits make time your enemy.

When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I’m slipping.

There are three classes of friendship and enmity, since men are so disposed to one another either by preference or by need or by pleasure and pain.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent.

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.