There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.

A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God’s truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.

There is no worse screen to block out the Spirit than confidence in our own intelligence.

We must make the invisible kingdom visible in our midst.

Man’s nature, so to speak, is a perpetual factory of idols.

A perfect faith is nowhere to be found, so it follows that all of us are partly unbelievers.

I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels.

The pastor ought to have two voices: one, for gathering the sheep; and another, for warding off and driving away wolves and thieves. The Scripture supplies him with the means of doing both.

God tolerates even our stammering, and pardons our ignorance whenever something inadvertently escapes us – as, indeed, without this mercy there would be no freedom to pray.

Let us consider this settled, that no one has made progress in the school of Christ who does not joyfully await the day of death and final resurrection.

He only who is reduced to nothing in himself, and relies on the mercy of God is poor in spirit.

The human heart has so many crannies where vanity hides, so many holes where falsehood lurks, is so decked out with deceiving hypocrisy, that it often dupes itself.

No one knows the one-hundredth part of the sin that clings to his soul.

In forming an estimate of sins, we are often imposed upon by imagining that the more hidden the less heinous they are.

The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.

Every one of us is, even from his mother’s womb, a master craftsman of idols.

Man’s mind is like a store of idolatry and superstition; so much so that if a man believes his own mind it is certain that he will forsake God and forge some idol in his own brain.

If it seems more horrible to kill a man in his own house, then in a field,…it ought surely to be deemed more atrocious to destroy a fetus in the womb before it has come to light.

Only those who have learned well to be earnestly dissatisfied with themselves, and to be confounded with shame at their wretchedness truly understand the Christian gospel.

All the arts come from God and are to be respected as divine inventions.

We must remember that Satan has his miracles, too.

Against the persecution of a tyrant the godly have no remedy but prayer.

Thus it is that we may patiently pass through this life with its misery, hunger, cold, contempt, reproaches, and other troubles – content with this one thing: that our King [Jesus] will never leave us destitute, but will provide for our needs until, our warfare ended, we are called to triumph.

Wherever we see the Word of God purely preached and heard, there a church of God exists, even if it swarms with many faults.

 

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