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

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.

The whole fruit is already present in the seed.

I believe BECAUSE it’s impossible.

The soul whose bosom lust did never touch Is God’s fair bride; and maiden’s souls are such.

For it is really better for us not to know a thing, because [God] has not revealed it to us, than to know it according to man’s wisdom, because he has been bold enough to assume it.

How many men of rank (to say nothing of common people) have been delivered from devils, and healed of diseases!

Learn about the incorruptible King, and know his heroes who never inflict slaughter on the peoples.

See how these Christians love one another.

Men remain in ignorance as long as they hate, and they hate unjustly as long as they remain in ignorance.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

Sick and tired of riots and blood.

I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line.

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.