Without Images We Can Neither Think Nor

Thus My Learning Is Not My Own; It Belongs To The Unlearned And Is The Debt I Owe Themmy Wisdom Belongs To The Foolish, My Power To The Oppressed. Thus My Wealth Belongs To The Poor, My Righteousness To The Sinners.

For It Is A Horrible Blasphemy To Imagine That There Is Any Work By Which You Should Presume To Pacify God, Since You See That There Is Nothing Which Is Able To Pacify Him But This Inestimable Price, Even The Death And The Blood Of The Son Of God, One Drop Of Which Is More Precious Than The Whole World.

We Can Mention Only One Point (which Experience Confirms), Namely, That Next To The Word Of God, Music Deserves The Highest Praise. No Greater Commendation Than This Can Be Found — At Least Not By Us. After All, The Gift Of Language Combined With The Gift Of Song Was Only Given To Man To Let Him Know That He Should Praise God With Both Word And Music, Namely, By Proclaiming [the Word Of God] Through Music.

Human Nature Is Like A Drunk Peasant. Lift Him Into The Saddle On One Side, Over He Topples On The Other Side.

What Man, If He Were God, Would Humble Himself To Lie In The Feedbox Of A Donkey Or To Hang Upon A Cross?