This God Who, As The Psalmist Said,

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.

I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad There Are Two Of Them.

The Temples Of Those Who Deny The Real Presence Are Like Corpses. The Lord Was Taken Away And We Do Not Know Where They Have Laid Him.

The Arrogance Of Poets Is Only A Defense; Doubt Gnaws The Greatest Among Them; They Need Our Testimony To Escape Despair.