Christians Are Rare People On Earth.

If The Earth Is Fit For Laughter Then Surely Heaven Is Filled With It. Heaven Is The Birthplace Of Laughter.

I Myself Saw And Touched At Dessay, A Child Of This Sort, Which Had No Human Parents, But Had Proceeded From The Devil. He Was Twelve Years Old, And, In Outward Form, Exactly Resembled Ordinary Children.

At Poltersberg, There Is A Lake Similarly Cursed. If You Throw A Stone Into It, A Dreadful Storm Immediately Arises, And The Whole Neighboring District Quakes To Its Centre. 'tis The Devils Kept Prisoner There.

Every Country Must Have Its Own Devil. Welshland Its Own, And France Its Own. Our German Devil Will Be A Good Wind-pipe, And Must Be Called Drinking, Being So Thirsty And Hell-like That No Guzzling Of Wine And Beer, However Large, Will Cool It Off, And I Fear That Such Will Ever Remain Germany's Plague, Until The Day Of Judgment.

Whoever Sees Christ As A Mirror Of The Father's Heart, Actually Walks Through The World With New Eyes.