“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?”

Arguments about Scripture achieve nothing but a stomachache and a headache.

Daily, every moment, prayer is necessary to men.

Where our joy is, there should our work be.

I believe because it is absurd.

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

You can’t undo anything you’ve already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest.

The Christian does not hurt even his enemy.

The pleasure of those who injure you lies in your pain. Therefore they will suffer if you take away their pleasure by not feeling pain.

You cannot parcel out freedom in pieces because freedom is all or nothing.

God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.

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

The state of faith allows no mention of impossibility.

Discipline is an index to doctrine.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.