I Love Germany So Much

That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It Never Comes Too Late.

It Seems That, After Nineteen Centuries Of Extraordinary Glorification, The Small Host For Which So Many Cathedrals Have Sprung Up, The Small Host That Has Rested In Millions Of Breasts And That Has Found A Tabernacle And Worshippers Even In The Desert - It Seems That The Triumphant Host Of Lourdes And The Eucharistic Congresses Of Chicago And Carthage Remains As Unknown, As Secret As When It Appeared For The First Time In A Room In Jerusalem. Light Is In The World As In The Days Of St. John The Baptist, And The World Does Not Know It

This God Who, As The Psalmist Said, Built His Tabernacles In The Sun, Now Establishes Himself In The Very Core Of The Flesh And The Blood.

What I Fear Is Not Being Forgotten After My Death, But, Rather, Not Being Enough Forgotten. As We Were Saying, It Is Not Our Books That Survive, But Our Poor Lives That Linger In The Histories.

Let Us Be Wary Of Ready-made Ideas About Cowardice And Courage: The Same Burden Weighs Infinitely More Heavily On Some Shoulders Than On Others.