There is strife between God's ways and human ways: damned by you, we are absolved by God

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

It is certain because it is impossible

We live among you, eat the same food, wear the same clothes . . . We sojourn with you in the world, renouncing neither forum nor market, nor bath, nor booth, nor workshop, nor inn . . . We till the ground with you, we join with you in business ventures.

You cannot parcel out freedom in pieces because freedom is all or nothing.