There Are Two Days In My Calendar:

It Is Not I That Smite, Stab, And Slay, But God And My Prince, For My Hand And My Body Are Now Their Servants.

The Reproduction Of Mankind Is A Great Marvel And Mystery. Had God Consulted Me In The Matter, I Should Have Advised Him To Continue The Generation Of The Species By Fashioning Them Out Of Clay.

May The Lord Fill You With His Blessings And With Hatred Of The Pope.

Men Have Broad And Large Chests, And Small Narrow Hips, And More Understanding Than Women, Who Have But Small And Narrow Breasts, And Broad Hips, To The End They Should Remain At Home, Sit Still, Keep House, And Bear And Bring Up Children.

The Gospel Cannot Be Truly Preached Without Offense And Tumult.