They Are Trying To Make Me Into

Every Evening Brings Us Nearer God.

I See A Word That Hates Evil More Than It Loves Good.

The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away.

What Shall We Christians Do Now With This Depraved And Damned People Of The Jews? ... I Will Give My Faithful Advice: First, That One Should Set Fire To Their Synagogues. . . . Then That One Should Also Break Down And Destroy Their Houses. . . . That One Should Drive Them Out The Country.

We Are Not To Look Upon Our Sins As Insignificant Trifles. On The Other Hand, We Are Not To Regard Them As So Terrible That We Must Despair. Learn To Believe That Christ Was Given, Not For Picayune And Imaginary Transgressions, But For Mountainous Sins; Not For One Or Two, But For All; Not For Sins That Can Be Discarded, But For Sins That Are Stubbornly Ingrained.