“The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God.”

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.

You can judge the quality of their faith from the way they behave. Discipline is an index to doctrine.

Nature soaks every evil with either fear or shame.

The nature of rumor is well known to all. It was your own poet who said: ‘Rumor, an evil surpassing all evils in speed.’

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

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

Daily, every moment, prayer is necessary to men.

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

I truly have a great love for an audience, and I used to want to prove it to them by giving them blood.

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.