I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad

I Believe That Only Poetry Counts ... A Great Novelist Is First Of All A Great Poet.

We Are, All Of Us, Molded And Remolded By Those Who Have Loved Us, And Though That Love May Pass, We Remain None The Less Their Work--a Work That Very Likely They Do Not Recognize, And Which Is Never Exactly What They Intended.

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

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.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.