Faith Ever Says, "if Thou Wilt," Not

In Our Sad Condition Our Only Consolation Is The Expectancy Of Another Life. Here Below All Is Incomprehensible.

Blessed Is He Who Submits To The Will Of God; He Can Never Be Unhappy.

The Multitude Of Books Is A Great Evil. There Is No Limit To This Fever For Writing.

This Is True Faith, A Living Confidence In The Goodness Of God.

Let All Your Preaching Be In The Most Simple And Plainest Manner; Look Not To The Prince, But To The Plain, Simple, Gross, Unlearned People, Of Which Cloth The Prince Also Himself Is Made. If I, In My Preaching, Should Have Regard To Philip Melancthon And Other Learned Doctors, Then Should I Do But Little Good. I Preach In The Simplest Manner To The Unskillful, And That Giveth Content To All. Hebrew, Greek And Latin I Spare Until We Learned Ones Come Together.