The More A Person Loves, The Closer

The Devil Can So Completely Assume The Human Form, When He Wants To Deceive Us, That We May Well Lie With What Seems To Be A Woman, Of Real Flesh And Blood, And Yet All The While 'tis Only The Devil In The Shape Of A Woman. 'tis The Same With Women, Who May Think That A Man Is In Bed With Them, Yet 'tis Only The Devil; And...the Result Of This Connection Is Oftentimes An Imp Of Darkness, Half Mortal, Half Devil.

When My Heart Is Cold And I Cannot Pray As I Should I Scourge Myself With The Thought Of The Impiety And Ingratitude Of My Enemies, The Pope And His Accomplices And Vermin, And Zwingli, So That My Heart Swells With The Righteous Indignation And Hatred And I Can Say With Warmth And Vehemence: 'holy Be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done!' And The Hotter I Grow The More Ardent Do My Prayers Become.

Blood Alone Moves The Wheels Of History.

I Have Done Nothing; The Word Has Done And Accomplished Everything.... I Let The Word Do Its Work!

No One Would Be Happier Than Luther To Be Commended By The Testimony Of The Time That He Had Been Neither Slack Nor Deceitful In Maintaining The Course Of Truth, But Had Shown Quite Enough And Even Too Much Vehemence.