The Hair Is The Richest Ornament Of

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.

The Gospel Cannot Be Truly Preached Without Offense And Tumult.

The Devil Flees Before The Sound Of Music Almost As Much As Before The Word Of God.

Riches, Understanding, Beauty, Are Fair Gifts Of God.

A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still. A Trusty Shield And Weapon.