They Gave Our Master A Crown Of

Whatever Your Heart Clings To And Confides In, That Is Really Your God, Your Functional Savior.

Even If I Knew That Tomorrow The World Would Go To Pieces, I Would Still Plant My Apple Tree.

Our Bodies Are Always Exposed To Satan. The Maladies I Suffer Are Not Natural, But Devil's Spells.

If We Esteem Them Too Highly, Good Works Can Become The Greatest Idolatry.

Where Faith Is Not Continually Kept In Motion And Exercised, It Weakens And Decreases, So That It Must Indeed Vanish; And Yet We Do Not See Nor Feel This Weakness Ourselves, Except In Times Of Need And Temptation, When Unbelief Rages Too Strongly; And Yet For That Very Reason Faith Must Have Temptations In Which It May Battle And Grow.